Nightcore - The Sound Collector

She walks around with headphones on Chasing echoes after everyone is gone A tiny recorder in her hand Capturing things nobody planned A skateboard rolling down the street A coffee cup against the heat A paper bag dancing in the breeze The footsteps underneath the trees She doesn't collect diamonds She doesn't collect gold She keeps the little moments Before they grow too old She's the Sound Collector Saving pieces of the day Every laugh and every whisper Before they fade away She's the Sound Collector With a thousand things to hear When the world becomes too quiet She brings yesterday back near She records the elevator chime The crossing signal counting time A basketball against the ground A distant siren fading out of town A kitchen full of clattering plates Someone arriving home too late A sleepy voice saying “I'm alright” A door that closes softly every night She doesn't keep the pictures She doesn't write them down She catches little noises That disappear without a sound She's the Sound Collector Saving pieces of the day Every laugh and every whisper Before they fade away She's the Sound Collector With a thousand things to hear When the world becomes too quiet She brings yesterday back near Then she finds an old recording From a day she can't recall There are voices in the background And she's laughing through it all She turns the volume higher And suddenly she knows Some memories aren't remembered Until somebody plays them close She's the Sound Collector Saving pieces of the day Every heartbeat, every moment That the years might take away She's the Sound Collector And her little archive grows A universe of ordinary things That only she can know.