I began to believe it was serious
You and me
Like the lines of the streets so straight
In this whole city
I was scared
I dreamed of grey
How it would come into your hair
Someday your touch would change
You might look away
I thought time moved in with us too and it was only me and you
Everyday became it's messenger it's frame
You don't care no it's not your way you smile
You made a joke that I don't know when to laugh
When to think
When to ask is it all on the line
Or is it all in my mind
I said "this is love, we'll go through all the stages."
You said "my love! This song! Do you hear all the changes!"
When it's all on the line
When it's all in my mind
There's light, colours that come through in the afternoon on the walls red lit of our quiet living room.
Sometimes we brush past one another like brothers
Cool and casual with one another
Again I touch your hand for the first time or forever
The first line of the first letter
