Clara Thomas little cup

Look, it's me and my mother
Picking flowers by the road
Away for the summer
Now so very long ago
It's a picture I keep
In a drawer next to my bed
I save it for the moments
When the world aches in my head
When life is not a pillow fight
But empty hours late at night
And there's nothing on my mind
Nothing on my mind
I keep my secrets in a little cup
I save the moments, the memories
I keep my secrets in a little cup
I save the moments, the memories
My parents' house was bright
And the sun was shining outside
I was lying on the lawn
Watching stars until the dawn
Feeling calm and feeling safe
Never lonely in this place
I save it for the memories
So I'll say it once again
When life is not a pillow fight
But empty hours late at night
And there's nothing on my mind
Nothing on my mind
I keep my secrets in a little cup
I save the moments, the memories
I keep my secrets in a little cup
I save the moments, the memories
I keep my secrets in a little cup
I save the moments, the memories
I keep my secrets in a little cup
I save the moments, the memories
I save the moments, the memories