Teksty: Beautiful South. Prettiest Eyes.

Line one is the time
That you, you first stayed over at mine
And we drank our first bottle of wine
And we cried

Line two we're away
And we both, we both, both had nowhere to stay
Well now the bus-shelter's always okay
When you're young

Now you're older and I look at your face
Every wrinkle is so easy to place
And I only write them down just in case
That you die

Let's take a look at these crows feet, just look
Sitting on the prettiest eyes
Sixty twenty fifth of Decembers
Fifty-nine fourth of Julys

Not through the age or the failure, children
Not through the hate or despise
Take a good look at these crows feet
Sitting on the prettiest eyes

Line three I forget
But I think, I think it was our first ever bet
And the horse we backed was short of a leg
Never mind

Line four in a park
And the things, the things that people do in the dark
I could hear the faintest beat of your heart
Then we did

Now you're older and I look at your face
Every wrinkle is so easy to place
And I only write them down just in case
You should die

Let's take a look at these crows feet, just look
Sitting on the prettiest eyes
Sixty twenty fifth of Decembers
Fifty-nine fourth of Julys

You can't have too many good times, children
You can't have too many lines
Take a good look at these crows feet
Sitting on the prettiest eyes

Well my eyes look like a map of the town
And my teeth are either yellow or they're brown

But you'll never hear the crack
Of a frown when you are here
You'll never hear the crack of a frown
Of a frown, of a frown, of a frown