This Old Town

You ask me ‘who am I’ to come into your life.
The thought of me making myself so comfortable
In your heart: question and complaint, acting like a saint.
In time you’ll start making yourself so comfortable

This old town was made of stone, and you’re the one who found it.
All the beauty it has known, I want to be around it,

Girl, once upon a time love would make things right
but now we know we can’t just go on, so uncomfortable.

The way you smiled, acting like a child, leaning against the wall
I wish we could just get away, taking it all

This old town was made of stone, and it’s you who found it.
All the beauty it has known, I want to be around it.