I remember how the light hit the floor A feeling, I had never known before We talked of cities we had yet to see, and maps unfolded between you and me. Subtle sparks in a quiet room, the first scent of a garden in bloom
The taste of salt and the vintage red, every word that was left unsaid. From cobblestones to the silver sand, I found a world inside your hand. Just two travelers with a heavy heart, deciding never to be apart.
And the strings they hum a hollow tune, underneath a paper moon. I didn't know then where the road would go, or the four small seeds we'd start to grow.
Now the table's set for six, not two, but every glance still leads to you. Through the chaos and the morning tea, you're still the compass inside of me. Four echoes of the love we found, keeping our feet on the solid ground.
And the strings they hum a hollow tune, underneath a paper moon. Carry me like autumn leaves, through the whispers in the trees.
(Slowly now, we're drifting) (Quiet now, the light is shifting) A lifetime shared in a single glass, watching the seasons and shadows pass.
Just you and me. And the ghosts of the places we've been. And the laughter of the four within.