(HeatonRotheray)

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