Making Room

On a plane back from Paris

Stayed awake out the window staring

The clouds were draped in shades of indigo

I 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 magic