Would you still stand by my side? And would our flame still burn so bright? 

Would you still stand by my side? And would our flame still burn so bright? 


What happens when I grow old, and all my stories have been told? Will your heart still race for me, or will it march to a new beat? 

What happens when I grow old, and all my stories have been told? Will your heart still race for me, or will it march to a new beat?