Ten

Called you at ten, just to check in
And wish you, my love, happy birthday

And I know that it's late
And you're out with your friends
Does 23 feel any different?

Then I hear you get quiet
Then I hear you lean in
You look like your dad
But you sound like a kid

And you said you were tired
Still you throw me a quip
Say ""the candles still beat the alternative""

We are getting so old
Caught my eyes in the action
Of sinking into their sockets again

We are getting so old
Caught my eyes in the action
Of sinking into their sockets again


Called you at ten, just to check in
I said I'd be late so go on to bed

And our hair had gone grey and our memories thin
So I wasn't surprised to find you like this

So I straightened you out
And I drew the curtains
And kissed you goodbye in the ambulance

In the glow of the night
I leaned down to your head
To ask does it feel any different?

We are getting so old
Caught my eyes in the action
Of sinking into their sockets again

We are getting so old
Caught my eyes in the action
Of sinking into their sockets again