On a plane back from Paris Stayed awake out the window staring The clouds were draped in shades of indigo Thought about us going down And if the dark would spit us out Or take us to another world below Well, I'm trying on the optimist And I kinda like the way it fits
Who cares It's better when it happens out of nowhere I like to imagine that it's right there In the pocket of my jacket I'm trying to make a habit Mmm... Of making room for magic
Put the tickets on the credit card Five days before departure And landed on our anniversary I felt the universe On the stairs of Sacre Coeur She was everything I dreamed that she would be We were supposed to be here years ago But she knew we needed time to grow
Who cares It's better when it happens out of nowhere I like to imagine that it's right there In the pocket of my jacket I'm trying to make a habit Mmm... Of making room for magicTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
