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, both had nowhere to stay
Well the bus-shelter´s always okay
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 crow´s 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 crow´s 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 crow´s 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 crow´s 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