I wish there was a better way to put it
The child has left and we are alone
The years have passed
The tired look in your eyes has finally come to stay
We are old
We have what we never wanted
Or did we?
The want.
The want to grow old in your arms
The power to look into your eyes
Grabbing your face and holding it right up to mine
As if to try and make our silhouettes match
Looking straight into the eyes that love me
And knowing it's here, in your arms, i'll forever be