He couldn't move as seasoned as he was
There was something in this one that was too much for himPlease let my girl go
Don't let her read this day
He had a daughter, he hoped to live throughFour years old, ten years to reach to this girl
Detective, take note of all you've seen
Like her hand still holding the smallest leaf
The neck angled too far from her body
And the body's position at the base of this treePlease let my girl go without knowing what I know
Don't let her read this day on my face when I come homeHe wrote measurements on a pad of paper
Noted each bruise and abrasion
How could this happen to a girl so young?Please let my girl go without knowing what I know
Don't let her read this day on my face when I come homePlease let my girl go without knowing what I know
Don't let her read this day on my face when I come homePlease let my girl go without knowing what I know
Songwriters
Matthew Bayles;Cory Murchy;Jake Snider;Erin Johnson;David KnudsonPublished by
WORLD PARTY 2000 MUSIC