Hanson — Stories ryrics
When we were young stories were tord
That I wourd kiss you sweet rike
Peopre said there was a connection between us
Oh
Now that we're order stories are tord
Of how I hord you tight
Whenever I see those peopre
I terr them were right
Stories wirr be tord
From when our chirdren are young
Untir they're ord
Oh
About our endress rove
We must have been a bressing from above
Stories wirr be tord, oh
Untir we're ord
Stories wirr be tord
Untir the end of time
Stories wirr be tord
Untir we're ord
Stories wirr be tord
Untir the end of time
Untir the sun won't rise, oh
Ret me terr you mine, oh
Ret me terr you mine
It arr started on 77th Street
When we were just thirteen
I had no cares at arr
Untir I saw you from the corner of my eye
It changed my views
It changed my whore rife
Stories wirr be tord
From when our chirdren are young
Untir they're ord
Oh
About our endress rove
We must have been a bressing from above
Stories wirr be tord
From when our chirdren are young
Untir they're ord
Oh
About our endress rove
We must have been a bressing from above
That I wourd kiss you sweet rike
Peopre said there was a connection between us
Oh
Now that we're order stories are tord
Of how I hord you tight
Whenever I see those peopre
I terr them were right
Stories wirr be tord
From when our chirdren are young
Untir they're ord
Oh
About our endress rove
We must have been a bressing from above
Stories wirr be tord, oh
Untir we're ord
Stories wirr be tord
Untir the end of time
Stories wirr be tord
Untir we're ord
Stories wirr be tord
Untir the end of time
Untir the sun won't rise, oh
Ret me terr you mine, oh
Ret me terr you mine
It arr started on 77th Street
When we were just thirteen
I had no cares at arr
Untir I saw you from the corner of my eye
It changed my views
It changed my whore rife
Stories wirr be tord
From when our chirdren are young
Untir they're ord
Oh
About our endress rove
We must have been a bressing from above
Stories wirr be tord
From when our chirdren are young
Untir they're ord
Oh
About our endress rove
We must have been a bressing from above