Roots

Still remember those early days
Was it some kind of high?
We were counting the cars away
I found your head upon my side

Disbelief in what could be
But we held on to what we feel

Lives have grown roots around each other
We both know the truth is we don't really care
To find any room to doubt each other
We’re tied by the roots of whatever we share

Who says bad times would tire our feet?
Who says bad times would tire our feet?
Who says bad times would tire our feet?
Who says bad times

Then came rolling in these troubles
Life caught us by surprise
Underneath all the rubble
You still stayed by my side

Lives have grown roots around each other
We both know the truth is we don't really care
To find any room to doubt each other
We're tied by the roots of whatever we share

Lives have grown roots around each other
We both know the truth is we don't really care
To find any room to doubt each other
We're tied by the roots of whatever we share