Red Macaron

We talk for hours ‘bout halves and dreams. Every call feels closer than it seems. You laugh in your room, I close my eyes. Pretend you’re here and the distance dies. I write you songs I’ll never send. You paint the skies like they got no end. We say goodnight but it’s never done. The moon just trades with the rising sun. And maybe we’re crazy, Maybe it’s too soon. But even stars can’t help falling for the Moon. If I said I love you, it might break The spell. Too early to mean it, Too distant to tell. But I’d still cross oceans ‘til I lose my Breath. You could have it better, I don’t care ‘bout the rest. We live in a wish that the time won’t Forget. A promise we caught in our passing Silhouettes. Maybe we are dreamers, Maybe we are grown. But I still taste forever in a red macaron. The sea I stare at, your blue skies. A single song, your painted eyes. You’re mixing colors, I’m playing cards. We’re making peace the world ignored. I cook, you talk, we talk too long. Your smile’s enough for a thousand songs. We’re lost in miles, yet you’re so near. My pillow’s got your warmth, my dear. And maybe it’s nothing, maybe it is Real. Maybe it’s the truth that we want to Unseal. If I said I love you, it might break The spell. Too early to mean it, Too distant to tell. But I’d still cross oceans ‘til I lose my Breath. You could have it better, I don’t care ‘bout the rest. We live in a wish that the time won’t Forget. A promise we caught in our passing Silhouettes. Maybe we are dreamers, Maybe we are grown. But I still taste forever in a red macaron. Someday we’ll have a little room. Paint the sun, I’ll chase the moon. We’ll trade the world for quiet hours. Just you and me and fading flowers. No fear, no rush, no song, no end. Just you and me, our silhouettes. We’ll lie beneath a Sky so wide. And watch the stars drift side by Side. And by the time you’ll hear this song, Forever won’t be long. If I said I love you, it might break The spell. Too early to mean it, Too distant to tell. But I’d still cross oceans ‘til I lose my Breath. You could have it better, I don’t care ‘bout the rest. We live in a wish that the time won’t Forget. A promise we caught in our passing Silhouettes. Maybe we are dreamers, maybe we are grown. But I still taste forever in a red macaron.