tributaries like the nile
picture frames around your smile
reminds me that it's been a while
a demonstration of the weather
an indication of the pressure
i see you tried to make them better
reminds me that it's been forever
forming like the grand canyon
the best wrinkle on our planet
and we didn't even plan it
these lines reach into the future
new skin soon will turn into ya
i'm a son that will become my father
you know i thought i could escape it
where i thought it couldn't find me
to see the difference in our faces
find i couldn't hide from changes
now i know i can't erase this
so we'll be like this forever
these lines reach into the future
new skin soon will turn into ya
i'm a son that will become my father
these lines reach into the future
new skin soon will turn into ya
these lines reach into the future
new skin soon will turn into ya
i'm a son that will become my father