Из альбома: The Separation

Yeah
I built them with my own 2 hands
I carved your name in one
My name in the other
I built them with my own 2 hands
They’re over there
2 rocking chairs
Leaves fall
Rain dries
Snow melts
Fame dies
Four words, simply
Grow old, with me And when the day comes
When we can’t walk no more
We’ll have 2 seats, on my front porch
I’ll still call you young girl
So young girl, rock with me No watch
No time
Just life
In your eyes
Four words, simply
Grow old with me

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