The Long Bench (65bpm)

[Intro]

[Verse]
I used to dream of the years ahead,
Ten, maybe twenty, still holding hands.
We'd walk through cities we'd never known,
Smiling for pictures in streets made of stone.

[Instrumental]

[Verse2]
At dusk, we'd watch the sun melt into the sea,
Then chase the night with quiet revelry.
A glass or two beneath dim lights,
Our laughter echoing through gentle nights.

[Chorus]
With every wrinkle time would trace,
I'd still find home in your face.
A promise left unfinished, maybe —w
But beautiful, still and only, in memory.

[Instrumental]

[Chorus]
With every wrinkle time would trace,
I'd still find home in your face.
A promise left unfinished, maybe —
But beautiful, still and only, in memory.

[Chorus]
With every wrinkle time would trace,
I'd still find home in your face.
A promise left unfinished, maybe —
But beautiful, still and only, in memory.

[Bridge]
And in the final chapter I wrote in my mind,
We'd sit on a bench grown old with time.
Fingers entwined, saying nothing at all,
Watching tides rise, and shadows fall.

[Chorus]
With every wrinkle time would trace,
I'd still find home in your face.
A promise left unfinished, maybe —
But beautiful, still and only, in memory.

[Chorus]
With every wrinkle time would trace,
I'd still find home in your face.
A promise left unfinished, maybe —
But beautiful, still and only, in memory.