When all my silver linings
Seem to gather in my hair
When a murder of crows feet
Walk across the mirror
When quietness and stillness
Takes the place of our soirée
Will I take on the garden
And you the knit crochet?
Will you be there for me
When there's no songs left to sing?
I dare you now, to grow old with me
When life becomes vicarious
And adventures are all through
Will I still be the man
Who gives his hand and heart to you?
When time comes to claim back
All the wisdom I have gained
Will you be there beside me
Proudly wearing my last name?
Will you be there for me
When there's no songs left to sing?
I dare you now, to grow old with me
Will you be there for me
When there's no songs left to sing?
I dare you now, to grow old with me