This is about a fictitious character, based on how English men tend to become as they reach old-age.

Donald English  (0540)  ft. SUNO

Working through the pain. Trying to find your last love (or has it already passed you by)

You look at me with doubt in your eyes,
Wondering if we're just another love in disguise.
Honey, I can feel the weight of your fears,
But every tear we’ve shed has brought us here.
They say every love’s a gamble, a roll of the dice,
And I know there's a chance we’ll pay the price.
But what if this time, we play it right?
What if tomorrow shines brighter than tonight?

Oh, do you think we’re gonna last?
Honey, every heart's been broken in the past.
But hell, don’t we all wish for a love that’s true?
We can dance with dreams, paint the day anew.
Oh, do you think this is all there is?
Every broken road leads to a final bliss.
So love yourself through the scars and the pain,
‘Cause you never know your last love 'til it reigns.

Every romantic tale is a winding road,
Lessons learned are heavy as a load.
You ask if this will be our final stand,
Well, I'll tell you honey, I’ll take your hand.
Through storms and silence, through laughter and cries,
Together we’ll weather the lows and highs.
As wrong as we were, I loved her still,
Like sipping on whiskey, or climbing a hill.

Oh, do you think we’re gonna last?
Honey, every heart's been broken in the past.
But hell, don’t we all wish for a love that’s true?
We can dance with dreams, paint the day anew.
Oh, do you think this is all there is?
Every broken road leads to a final bliss.
So love yourself through the scars and the pain,
‘Cause you never know your last love 'til it reigns.

But we gotta believe, though it’s tough to see,
This could be the start of something so free.
Moments can change like the tide in the sea,
As long as we’re together, it’s you and me.
We’ll write our own story with each passing day,
Finding the magic in every old cliché.
So hold on tight, let’s take this chance,
With a heart full of hope, let’s join in the dance.

So here’s to the journey, the heartache, the thrill,
With every sweet whisper, let’s love still.
As wrong as we were, here’s what I know,
It’s loving and living that helps us to grow.


Turpentine Chaser

Dashboard Confessional