Close your eyes
And visualize a place where we can run and hide
A shoebox diorama we can step inside, once it's dried
Paper, glitter and glue.
Open up
Just like a thirsty flower, like you're all grown up
And turn the morning raindrops into nothing but,
Your daily cup of love, love, love, love, love.

Still, I feel I'm missing pages
Love never dies it just changes.

Girl, our love's dimensional, like the work of vince van gogh,
Impasto and always unpredictable.
The unknown will be good to us
And please my wanderlust.
If you play my heart strings I'll be sure to burst into confetti and
Shower the morning with these rosy feelings I've for you.

Close your eyes
And give the globe a spin.
See where your finger lies
And plan to leave at daybreak with these tattered maps from travelers
Past.
The road calls me, does it call you?
Wrap your scarf
And gather all the paperbacks we love and can
And pour our awful eyesight into every word on every page.
The world as we know it will change.

Lover, come.
You can't hold out forever, like the morning sun.
The daybreak waits for no one.
Well, either way, i leave today.
The road is wide enough,
And calls out to both of us.
Let our wanderlust roam.