The story behind this song
He wrote it twelve times over, then crossed out everything fancy and just wrote the truth. He practiced in the car and the mirror at his brother's place, and he already knows his voice will shake at the altar anyway. The promises aren't borrowed from anywhere — the last slice, the warmer side of the bed, the truth even when it costs him.
No fine print, no end date. For the groom standing there with a paper that will someday go soft with folds, ready to say it slower in the years to come, but to say it all.
Lyrics
Then I just wrote the truth
You can hear it in my voice
But every word I crossed out twice
Came back to the same choice
With everybody listening now
The last slice and the warmer side of the bed
I promise you the truth when it costs me
And my whole heart, like I said
When the easy years run out, I'll still be standing here —
That's everything I promise you, my dear
The names of all your ghosts
I won't pretend I'll never fail you
I'll just come back the most
People do — so here's my hand
The last slice and the warmer side of the bed
I promise you the truth when it costs me
And my whole heart, like I said
When the easy years run out, I'll still be standing here —
That's everything I promise you, my dear
And this paper will be soft with folds
But ask me then — go on and ask me —
I'll say it slower, but I'll say it all
The last slice and the warmer side of the bed
I promise you the truth when it costs me
And my whole heart, like I said
When the easy years run out, I'll still be standing here —
That's everything I promise you, my dear
Everything I promise you
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