It's raining, somewhere in Edinburgh
Oh you are in my arms and I'm in yours
You pull me in, and whisper this
Oh baby come and now, give me a hug
And I'll wrap you up, from all the cold and
Every inch of your, skin that I love
And baby I picture, a thousand years
And baby I picture, a thousand photos
With you in the frame, of each one
I'll wake you up, with a morning hug
And I'll carry you on my shoulders, out of bed
Then in the bathtub, with a bath bomb
We'll listen to our playlist and we'll sing
Then we'll dress up, I'll make you wear winter
And we'll walk for ice cream down the street
Then baby I picture, a thousand years
And baby I picture, a thousand photos
With you in the frame, of each one
Or maybe this is all just a dream
Or maybe this is a true story
That she might tell her grandkids
But baby I picture, a thousand years
And baby I picture, a thousand photos
With you in the frame, of each one