Sean Rowe - Old Shoes lyrics

Though my shoes are not for winter Though my hands are very cold Though my pockets may be empty I intend to find you on my own Though the music has been fading Though the cellos have gone home The piano has been waiting For some lonely man To play a note I wrap my arm around your side Put your hand where you can feel me In this moment we're alive In this moment we can die free How can I make you understand