Dinner with friends in cities where none of us live
The face that somebody makes when you give 'em a gift
Every once in a while when I wake up early
Without tryin' and catch a sunrise

The feeling you feel when you're looking
At something you made
The layers and ruffles in my favorite pink champagne cake
My home state of Texas
The sky there, the horses and dogs
But none of their laws

Thе shape of his eyes
Thе shape of his nose
The cute way
He mispronounces certain words
The smell of his clothes
The things I would miss
From the other side
Mm

Intimate convos that go way into the night
The way that the sun on my floor makes a pattern of light
And early in June
When the fireflies first start to glow
It never gets old

The shape of his heart
And my shoes by his door
He loves me in all of the ways
That I've never felt love before
Things I would miss
From the other side
Mm
Mm
Mm