First Times Lyrics – Eminem
The song "First Times" is the third track from Ed’s fourth studio album, =. The song derives over an acoustic guitar (which isn’t rare for Sheeran), and explains his first times doing many things as a new adult, an example could be in the very first line e.g: “I thought it’d feel different, playin' Wembley”, dating to when his show in The Wembley Stadium sold out (more about that with the highlighted text). The track was also produced by frequent collaborator, Fred Again.., who has appeared as the producer of many big tracks, including those with rapper MIST, Singer/Songwriter George Ezra, and Little Mix. He appears on almost every single track on =.| Song Name : | First Times |
| Album / Movie : | = |
| Singer : | Ed Sheeran |
| Music Label : | Atlantic Records |
| Cast : | Ed Sheeran |
I thought it’d feel different playing WembleyEighty thousand singing with meIt’s what I’ve been chasing ’cause this is the dream
When it was all over, I cleared out the roomGrabbed a couple beers, just me and youThen we start talking the way that we do
Ain’t it funny how the simplest things in life can make a man?Little moments that pass us byOh, but I remember
The first kiss, the first night, the first song that made you cryThe first drink, red wine, on a step in BrooklynI still feel the first fight, and we both made it out aliveAnd I can’t wait to make a million more first times(Mm-hmm, mm-hmm)
The greatest thing that I have achievedThis four little words, down on one kneeSaid, “Darling, are you joking?”And I just said, “Please”
Ain’t it funny how the simplest things in life can make a man?Little moments that pass us byOh, but I remember
The first kiss, the first night, the first song that made you cryThe first look in your eyes when I said, “I love you”I can still feel the butterflies from when we stumbled home that nightI can’t wait to make a million more first times(Mm-hmm, mm-hmm)
Ain’t it funny how the simplest things in life can make a man?Little moments that pass us byOh, but I remember
First kiss, first night, first song that made you cryFirst dance, moonlight, in your parents’ gardenI can’t wait to see everything that’s yet to beOur first child, and then a million more first times