Testo
when you grow old
will you remember my name?
or even my face
the way it was then
and when you're up
late at night in your chair
will you remember my kisses
or the colour of my hair?
or will i fade
like the years gone by
'til my name means nothing?
you've lost it deep inside
sometimes i wonder
if you will take a wife
if you could stay with her
for the rest of your life
but people like me
we're not the marrying kind
but who will hold us
when we reach our time?
