I felt your love for years I felt it to the bone You see the years pass by, dosent matter if I want them to or not Some clothes and souvenirs, Your shirt will keep me warm As my tears run dry, I will never not refuse to let you go Like the cold lemonade, at the end of the day Were apart from the houses we built I dreamt I saw your face, Like love was yet to come But as you came too close, put you back into the box where you belong Our house will hold her place Your dandelion lawn And while the wild things grow, Does she wonder if we're ever coming home Like the cold lemonade, at the end of the day Were apart from the houses we built To the hell that we raised, and the courage it takes Waking up in the houses we build I felt your love for years, I felt it to the bone You see, the years pass by, Dosent matter if we want them to or not