IT'S a sunset that lasts all day

where the air is a perfect calm

it’s the way you trace circles

with your thumb on my palm

it’s heaven and it’s home

it’s the feeling of familiarity

it’s an abundance of mistletoes

and the preference of reality

it’s if every day was long enough

and waking up on Christmas morning

it’s the way you wore a welcome mat

and talked ‘til day was dawning

it’s a never ending Sunday drive

it’s warm syrup down my spine

it’s keeping your heart safe and sound

and trusting you with mine

it’s pancakes for breakfast

and sleeping through alarms

it’s waking up beside you

still wrapped in your arms