Knowing that everything is alright
To the core, so close that door
Is this happening?
My breath is on your hair
And I'm unaware
That you opened the blinds and let the city in
God, you held my hand
And we stand
Taking in everything
And I knew it from the start
So my arms are open wide
Your head is on my stomach
And we're, we're trying so hard not to fall asleep
Here we are, on this 18th floor balcony...
we're both, flying away.
No comments:
Post a Comment