Precious Things - Bic Runga

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Precious Thing

When all the star gazes bloom

And throw their stars around the room

I was waiting for the day

For you to love me

When all the elements conspire

With shiny things that catch the eye

I was waiting for the day

For you to love me

Precious precious thing

You are the thought that makes me sing

Wanna leave all my possessions

It’s a rare and precious precious thing

When all the elements conspire

With shiny things that catch the eye

I was waiting for the day

For you to love me

Precious precious thing

You are the thought that makes me sing

Wanna leave all my possessions

It’s a rare and precious precious thing

And I know all I need

Is to get on the phone

Is to get on the phone

And call you

Call you

As clear as rain on a street

It shines like bright coloured stone

These things no one can own

They are for you

This is for you

This is for you

This is for you