I just started brushing my hair on the third day that we met
It was the first time that I saw you with an ironed shirt on, I took it as a compliment
The smallest gestures, when you held my door
The start of our adventures, just left me wanting more
2am and we are running
Starship playing on the radio
The look in your eyes was so inviting
I knew I could never leave you alone
And I pretend I’m there when things get dark in here
Who would’ve known the feeling of your hand in mine
Would be my future nostalgia for the rest of my life








