[Verse 1]
Eleven years between us, never stood in the way
You bring the calm to every wild day
Zoe, you and me, we built this home
Four little reasons I never roam
Knaresborough mornings, school shoes by the door
Backpacks and laughter across the floor
The viaduct watches while we carry on
Finding our strength in the break of dawn
[Pre-Chorus]
We’ve had hard weeks, we’ve had long nights
Still your hand fits perfectly in mine
[Chorus]
Zoe, take my hand, we’re not done yet
There’s a warmer shore we haven’t reached
Four young hearts and a life to arrange
Cyprus calling through the windowpane
When the kids go back to school, we’ll breathe
Build a brighter place beneath the olive trees
Eleven years older, but you’re my youth
Every road I choose leads back to you
[Verse 2]
We’ve learned the language of a crowded room
Who needs a minute, who needs more room
Packed lunches, lost socks, homework on the stairs
A thousand small battles, a thousand cares
But we still talk about that island air
Salt on our skin and sun in your hair
Trading grey rain for a garden gate
Making a future before it’s too late
[Pre-Chorus]
We’ve bent, not broken, under the load
Now we’re ready for a different road
[Chorus]
Zoe, take my hand, we’re not done yet
There’s a warmer shore we haven’t reached
Four young hearts and a life to arrange
Cyprus calling through the windowpane
When the kids go back to school, we’ll breathe
Build a brighter place beneath the olive trees
Eleven years older, but you’re my youth
Every road I choose leads back to you
[Bridge]
Let the old doubts fall behind us
Let the new days find us
Knaresborough in the rear-view frame
Cyprus sun on a brand-new name
The children laughing, the future wide
You beside me, no need to hide
[Breakdown]
One home
Four hearts
One promise
A brand-new start
[Final Chorus]
Zoe, take my hand, we’re not done yet
There’s a warmer shore we haven’t reached
Four young hearts and a life to arrange
Cyprus calling through the windowpane
When the kids go back to school, we’ll breathe
Build a brighter place beneath the olive trees
Eleven years older, but you’re my youth
Every road I choose leads back to you
[Outro]
From Knaresborough roads to the Cyprus blue
Eleven years older, still choosing you
Four little voices, one dream coming true
Zoe, my home is wherever I’m with you