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 think

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 shared

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 stay 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 shared

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 shared