Roots

Still remember those early days
Was it some kind of high
We were counting the cars away
I found your head upon my side
Disbelief
In what could be
But we held on
To what we think
Lives have grown roots around each other
We both know the truth is we don’t really care
To find any room to doubt each other
We’re tied by the roots of whatever we shared
Who says bad times
would tire our feet?
Who says bad times
would tire our feet?
Who says bad times
would tire our feet?
Who says bad times
Then came rolling in these troubles
Life caught us by surprise
Underneath all the rubble
You still stay by my side
Lives have grown roots around each other
We both know the truth is we don’t really care
To find any room to doubt each other
We’re tied by the roots of whatever we shared
Lives have grown roots around each other
We both know the truth is we don’t really care
To find any room to doubt each other
We’re tied by the roots of whatever we shared