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...