Текст песни
Not fireworks
Just steady light
You touch my hand
The room feels right
If this is small
I’ll take it all
Two paper cups on the counter
Names half-smudged from the rain
You laugh
Say you like the wrong order
I say I might like the change
Is this love
This quiet kind of crazy
Passing notes on grocery lines
Calling me baby
Your coat hangs next to my jacket
Looks better that way somehow
You hum through my crooked dishes
Turn my someday into now
Is this love
This quiet kind of crazy
Passing notes on grocery lines
Calling me baby
Not fireworks
Just steady light
You touch my hand
The room feels right
If this is small
I’ll take it all
Is this love
This quiet kind of crazy
Passing notes on grocery lines
Calling me baby
