Still You

Same old kitchen, same low light;

Same two cups of tea at night;

We've worn this floor down with our feet;

Dancing slow to nothing but the heat;

First time I saw you,

I forgot my name;

Lightening in a quiet, ordinary day;

All these years, and

I still lose my breath;

When you turn around and there's nothing left to second guess;

And I choose it all again;

Every winner, every man;

′Cause it's still you after all this time;

Same crooked smile, same hand in mine;

We got older, we got soft and sure;

And I love you more than

I did before;

Still you, still you;

We fought, we healed, we learned to stay;

Built a home out of the ordinary days;

It's great now where the dark hair was;

And I love it every single one;

Because it's the map of every place we've been;

The fights we lost, the mornings that were we to win;

Pour the wine and let the record spin;

Come a little closer, let me start again;

And I'd choose it all again;

Every winner, every man;

′Cause it's still you after all this time;

Same crooked smile, same hand in mine;

We got older, we got soft and sure;

And I love you more than

I did before;

Still you, still you;

If I get a hundred years,

I'd spend them right here;

Pour the tea, dim the light, dance me slow into the night;

Slow into the night;

So it's still you after all this time;

Same crooked smile, same hand in mine;

However long the good Lord lets it pour;

I'll love you more, I'll love you more;

And when the candle's burning low;

I'll still reach for you;

I'll never let you go;

After all this time, still you;

Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm;