Picking my way 탭

I saw my future on a New York City street.

Surrounded by songs of loneliness and lies,

The cold contrasts your eyes.

Nothing could have made me believe

That the way your freckles can't collide,

Is a constellation guiding me to a place I could call

Mine.

Baby, please let me connect the dots,

Along your fae to see this shape.

A collage, a mirage,

The blueprints of your cheeks are building me a home.

And I am the Earth and you are my moon,

And although you're sometimes out of sight, you're

Never out of mind.

And if seeing is believing, and all I see is you.

Then why can't you just believe a little,

Why can't you just believe a little too?

Please dont' give up on my just yet.

I don't have anywhere to stay

And they say that home is where the heart is anyway.

My collage, my mirage,

The blueprints of your cheeks were building me

A home.