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