Roots - Ben&Ben

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