From the recording SUNROOM EP
Lyrics
It’s getting colder now
The leaves are turning brown
And when they fall we will pick them up and keep them
The wheels are going ‘round
But starting to slow down
And still we think we’re as fast as way back when
As we get older, we hear a knocking at our door
As days get shorter, we won’t take it for granted
Anymore
We’re standing side-by-side
But not looking eye-to-eye
So I take your hand because why the hell not?
On Harlem River Drive
Leaving New York late at night
‘Cause there’s nothing here, no there’s nothing here that we have not got
As we get older, we hear a knocking at our door
As days get shorter, we won’t take it for granted
We won’t take it for granted
No, we won’t take it for granted
Anymore
As we get older, we hear a knocking at our door
As days get shorter, we won’t take it for granted
We won’t take it for granted
No, we won’t take it for granted
Anymore, anymore, anymore