Line one is the time
that you, you first
stayed over at mine
And we drank our
first bottle of wine
And we cried
Line two we're away
And we both,
we both had
nowhere to stay
Well the bus-shelter's
always OK
When you're young
Now you're older
and I look
at your face
Every wrinkle is
so easy to place
And I only
write them down
just in case
That you die
Let's take a look
at these crows feet,
just look
Sitting on the
prettiest eyes
Sixty twenty-fifth
of Decembers
Fifty-nine
fourth of Julys
Not through the
age or the
failure, children
Not through the
hate or despise
Take a good look
at these crows feet
Sitting on the
prettiest eyes
Line three I forget
But I think,
I think it was
our first ever bet
And the horse
we backed was
short of a leg
Never mind
Line four in a park
And the things,
the things that people
do in the dark
I could hear
the faintest beat
of your heart
Then we did
Now you're older and
I look at your face
Every wrinkle is
so easy to place
And I only
write them down
just in case
you should die
Let's take a look
at these crows feet,
just look
Sitting on the
prettiest eyes
Sixty twenty-fifth
of Decembers
Fifty-nine fourth
of Julys
You can't have
too many good
times, children
You can't have
too many lines
Take a good look
at these crows feet
sitting on the
prettiest eyes
Well my eyes
look like a map
of the town
And my teeth
are either yellow
or they're brown
But you'll never
hear the crack
of a frown
when you are here
You'll never
hear the crack
of a frown
Of a frown
Of a frown
Of a frown