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 25th of Decembers

Fifty-nine 4th 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


Lets take a look at these crows feet, just look
Sitting on the prettiest eyes
Sixty 25th of Decembers

Fifty-nine 4th 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