Drape your arms across my shoulders
Nestle down your weary head
Make no further arrangements
I love it when we walk the river
When there's no leaves upon the trees
The blue stone bridge is mossy green
We stand beneath it, wash ourselves clean
Singing in the rain
And all these years I've spent with you
Are measured best in songs
We've sung out loud and wild
Our arms are thrashing in the air
We make a noise like we don't care
And all these years I've spent with you
Are best measured in the wine we've drunk
Stupid dancing, laws we've broken
Strange rooms we've woken up in
I can't recall how we got to sleep
Or how we got back home
It takes us back to when it all seemed very easy
It takes us back to when it was all in front of us
It takes us back to when we did things
Without thinking alone
All these years I've spent with you are measured best
In night times walking
Past the orchards, the old factories
The pigeons paint the old machinery
We climb the roof and nothing mattered at all
And all these years I've spent with you
Are measured best
In nights we've slept out in the yard
Watching the shooting star parade
We wake up shivering every hour
To put more wood on the fire
It takes us back to when it all seemed very easy
It takes us back to when it was all in front of us
It takes us back to when we did things
Without thinking alone
And all these years I've spent with you
Could not have dreamed a better story
All the arguements in all their glory
The mornings when we woke up poorly
The best thing hurt, the stinging pain
Could I do all over and over again?
Would I change a thing?
Yeah the best things hurt, the stinging pain?
Would I do all over and over again?
Could I change a thing?