SUBSCRIBE!ooooooooooooooooooooommmmmmmWhen I wokeI took the back door to my mindAnd then I spokeI counted all of the good things you areAnd that list of charms wasLonger than my chain of broken heartsAnd when the day was doneI figured I had already lostFrom the startFrom the startI was gonna love you to the end of all the timeBut I was gonna keep all our secret signs and our love in placeI was made to believe that our love would grow oldWe were gonna live in a treehouse and make babiesAnd we were gonna bury our ex-lovers in their grovesBaby, we were made to grow oldooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooSo many timesWe drank fine wine in one swallowAnd in those late nightsWe painted our walls bright yellowAnd still that list of charms wasLonger than my chain of broken heartsAnd when the day was doneI figured I had already lostFrom the startFrom the startI was gonna love you to the end of all the timeBut I was gonna keep all our secret signs and our love in placeI was made to believe that our love would grow oldWe were gonna live in a treehouse and make babiesAnd we were gonna bury our ex-lovers in their grovesBaby, we were made to grow old