In cracked skin
and calloused hands
morning light
and greying hair
and calloused hands
morning light
and greying hair
in memories
of the first touch
and the taste of lips
of the first touch
and the taste of lips
I love you here
I loved you there
I love you now
I loved you then
I loved you there
I love you now
I loved you then
time will never be a friend
but our love will never end
but our love will never end