Secondhand
Style: Piano ballad

[Verse 1]
Dust on my fingers, cardboard worn thin
I found this bin and stayed a while
You read the labels closer than skin
Held up a record just to see me smile

[Chorus]
Eva, you turn the ordinary gold
Every quiet hour feels like more
Nothing about this love is old
I'd choose this same slow afternoon once more

[Verse 2]
Some songs are scratched, some barely play
You said the worn ones sound the most true
I think that's how love works anyway
Better for all the wear it's been through

[Pre-chorus]
I'm not looking for anything new
There's a whole world pressed in this small store
But none of it means much without you

[Chorus]
Eva, you turn the ordinary gold
Every quiet hour feels like more
Nothing about this love is old
I'd choose this same slow afternoon once more

[Bridge]
Doesn't matter if it's new or years deep
Doesn't matter what the record says
Love like this is quiet, easy to keep
Steady as a hand that never strays

[Chorus]
Eva, you turn the ordinary gold
Every quiet hour feels like more
Nothing about this love is old
I'd choose this same slow afternoon once more

[Outro]
Somewhere there's a bin of old folk songs
And you, still turning sleeves for me

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