Fingers trace the cracks on the windowsill
The sun’s a ghost it’s standing still
A paper boat sinks in the sink
I blink I blink
If it’s meant to be it’ll be
Like the tide like the breeze
If it’s meant to be it’ll be
Won’t you drift back to me
The ceiling fan whispers your name
A quiet hymn in the spinning game
The clock’s a liar it cheats it schemes
But dreams they dream
And I’m holding my breath
In the echo of your laugh
If it’s meant to be it’ll be
Like the tide like the breeze
If it’s meant to be it’ll be
Won’t you drift back to me
The world’s a kaleidoscope of what we missed
The stars are drunk they’ve lost their list
But if you’re the note the wind hums through
I’ll tune myself to you
