Somehow, in your brow, I have built a wooden house
And filled it with dreams like love and family and more
For sorrow, I send out the door to keep clean my floors
And when you speak, I can dream a happy life for me
The cadence cascades in the way I anticipate
It doesn\'t really matter what you say anyways
How your hips curve and dip allow me to slip
A vision of us dancing in while you\'re not looking
And I can\'t see a way to my dying day that I could lose my footing
Symmetry and grace, a pretty face is the perfect space
To feel safe, to feel warm, to hide from the storm
I\'ve made up my mind, so you need just to conform
Because in your eyes, I\'ve realized what I\'ve always desired
Yet you\'re shocked when our gaze locks and deep in love I fall
Not for you, but those crystal balls