[Verse 1]
Amber, your eyes
Prepare me for the trifles of old age
You're always with me
Do you ever feel the same way?
What kind of monument to love
Dreams of love
[Verse 2]
When we drive out
Through all the old towns
You say, "
The rusty old paddock bombs are paddock bombs Because the love is on the inside of the houses
"
Nothing ever happens here, but it will
Reach, Amber, you gotta reach, Amber
You gotta reach like the whale in the seaside mural
[Verse 3]
My Amber, when you're young, you say, "It is what it is"
But when you're big, it means something different
You see a family of silos on a ridge
A little country house where they only sing songs about the city
When I was young, I saw a horse in a stream
One day it looked at me and said
"Get a grip, dreamy, it's the twenty-first century!"
Your days are warm like cookbook wisdom
Now try inheriting the family business