lyrics
I'll catch the old things you used to do
Every once in a while
This grass will melt, leaving our prints to age away
The sun and the snow lead us home to find our names
It's like time's ours
While we're still young
You can have my smile
We picked our fruit from the southern tree in the rain
She would have said that I have your eyes
Blue and calm like you
The sun and the snow lead us home to find our names
It's like time's ours
while we're still young
You can have my smile
credits
from
Phenotype,
released February 10, 2011
Kevin & Ann Condon
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