Kayla Farmer - Scrapbook Lyrics

It's kinda like that house with the tadpoles
The one where all the floors were old
Or maybe like the house with the garden
Where we'd all stay up late and sing

When we were young we'd run through the sprinkler
Or spend hours playing school outside
You'd be the students I'd be the teacher
Mom would sneak a picture inside

Growing old takes no time
Momentos of our lives
What has gone and soon will come
I'll keep them in my scrapbook

Snow is falling school called off for the day
Hot chocolate our toes are cold
Group hug with our pinkies intertwined
Watching dad build and light the fire

Growing old takes no time
Momentos of our lives
What has gone and soon will come
I'll keep them in my scrapbook

Oh the birds don't sound like they used to
We don't fit in our favorite shoes
That's alright you got a new camera
Looking for the treasures of tomorrow

Growing old takes no time
Momentos of our lives
What has gone and soon will come
I'll keep them in my scrapbook

Growing old takes no time
Momentos of our lives
What has gone and soon will come
I'll keep them in my scrapbook

I'll keep you in my scrapbook