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 now 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 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