Laughter Lines

You took me to your favourite place on Earth To see the tree they cut down ten years from your birth Our fingers traced in circles round its history We brushed our hands right back in time through centuries As you held me down, you said: [Chorus] "I'll see you in the future when we're older And we are full of stories to be told Crossing my heart and hope to die I'll see you with your laughter lines." Changes on our hands and on our faces, oh, oh Memories are mapped out by the lines we'll trace As you held me down, you said: [Chorus] [Bridge] Ashen faces in cold breeze Ashen faces in cold breeze All the stories you will leave All the stories you will leave [Chorus] I'll see you in the future when we're old I'll see you in the future when we're old