Growing Old

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Growing Old

Tekst og musik af Kirstine Birk

All the wrinkles on your face
Are a roadmap showing where you’ve been
And there will always be a trace
For my restless fingers on your skin

I don’t mind growing old
If growing old just means
There are more stories to be told
I’ll spend more time listening to
The magic silence between
Two who’ve lived enough to know
That even when you’re old you grow

The valleys underneath your eyes
Carved by every kind of tear you’ve cried
They’re the ones that made you wise
About everything in life – you say

I don’t mind growing old
If growing old just means
There are more stories to be told
I’ll spend more time listening to
The magic silence between
Two who’ve lived enough to know
That even when you’re old you grow

You’re telling me there ain’t no use
In always fighting for an endless youth
I hope you’re honest when you say
You’ll still love me when my hair turns grey

I don’t mind growing old
If growing old just means
There are more stories to be told
I’ll spend more time listening to
The magic silence between
Two who’ve lived enough to know
That even when you’re old you grow