From when your lucent eyes said, "Hi,
How 'bout we take a ride?"
To when your weepy mouth quivered dry.
"Make it? Yeah, we just might"
Hold me near 'til we're old and dear
"˜Cause you won't feel the same tomorrow night.
It's a shame, but if this time was bottled up
You and I wouldn't have a drink in sight.
Lay your hand upon my wrist
Or squeeze above the knee and writhe with bliss.
The dog barks as I give chase
I'll trace about your frame with a shape of grace.
It's no mystery to me,
The sun only shines when it watches your face.
Don't call me the fool when I say I'm the lucky one
I may not wear my heart like you, that doesn't mean it's not open
It's still falling hard and it's still apt to break
But it doesn't care about remarks. It won't hesitate on mistakes.
Away from you in a hotel room
The return trip is never too soon.
You're watching bees fly to blooms
Your mind lies to how well I am without you.
Press the receiver against your lips
"˜Cause I'm more apt to hear their subtle tune.
And if our bottle was filled up
It's a shame to drink it without you.
If I forget to check in
That doesn't mean you've lost out to my friends.
In my mind I play your day.
Every breath you take leaves me one more away
From you and our clumsy fears
And our slow pace.
I would call you the fool if you said you're the lucky one
I may not wear my heart like you, that doesn't mean it's not open
It's still falling hard and it's still apt to break
But it doesn't care about remarks. It won't hesitate on mistakes.