So I stayed there, weirdest place, warmest night. like a tour to meet you, like the center of a map.
I didn't care if it wasn't written, I could fall in love with that last look over and over again. like the best cinema cliché we were meant to be (away), half the world. away. But I stayed.
There, where the sky touches its shadow, where the first word was said, where I just knew.
So I don't mind, maps can be fiction too, and we could just live across a peaceful ocean, a day away, a dream apart.
So I stayed, there, where the future melts the past, where the buses never wait, where east and west are almost the same.
I didn't care if it wasn't written, I could fall in love with that last look over and over again. like the best cinema cliché we were meant to be (away), half the world. away. But I stayed.
There, where the sky touches its shadow, where the first word was said, where I just knew.
So I don't mind, maps can be fiction too, and we could just live across a peaceful ocean, a day away, a dream apart.
So I stayed, there, where the future melts the past, where the buses never wait, where east and west are almost the same.
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