Rachel KWOOD 25 St annes ..You may tire of me as our December sun is setting 'Cause I'm not who I used to be No longer easy on the eyes These wrinkles masterfully disguise The youthful boy below who turned your way and saw Something he was not looking for Both a beginning and an end But now he lives inside someone he does not recognize When he catches his reflection on accidentOn the back of a motor bike With your arms outstretched trying to take flight Leaving everything behind But even at our swiftest speed We couldn't break from the concrete In the city where we still reside And I have learned That even landlocked lovers yearn For the sea like navy men 'Cause now we say goodnight From our own separate sides Like brothers on a hotel bedYou may tire of me as our december sun is setting 'Cause I'm not who I used to be
