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