One day when we both grow old
I will sit you by the kitchen sink
And wash your paper hair with paper hands
And while you'll stay a younger soul
You will feel the weight of weathered bones
And while I dread my own, I'll carry yours alone
'Cause I feel it always
Yeah, I feel it always
When the world is through with us
Leaving us behind in a cloud of dust
I won't be through with you
I won't be through
'Cause I feel it always
Yeah, I feel it always
One day when we both grow old
I will sit you by the kitchen sink
