i just imagined we'd be old in 40 years or so
we'd be tired and maybe bald with no hair anymore
bound to the wheelchair, broken boned... grandfathers style
still getting lil' bit stoned every once in a while
(then i would say)
hey babe you know, i'm deaf turn the music loud
and don't spill all that leaf for that's all i care about
will this be coming true
will our way go on
leading to one place for two
will i wake up with you
in 10.000 days
i hold your grey old
hand until the end
we remember the past years and the best stories ever
all the whiskey, all the beers that we drank together
your tattoes tell from times when you'd been young and crazy
and now i look into your eyes tell you, you're old and lazy
promised, you'll overlive the age of 27
i still remember the first day, when we got together
will this be coming true
will our way go on
leading to one place for two
will i wake up with you
in 10.000 days
i hold your grey old
hand until the end
will this be coming true
will our way go on
leading to one place for us two
will i wake up with you
in 10.000 days
i hold your grey old
hand until the end