We were made to be celebrating trees
Didn't think much of it
Just put on a white shirt
(white shirt)
You weren't in the mood
Can't say i shared your view
But there was something in your eyes
That night
I made to look again
Was it a trick of the light or wine in my stomach
With a flick of your wrist
I was gone
You were never subtle
And i got into trouble
Falling hard
Woven into my heart
Wrote into the stars
Cause there was something of your arms
That night
A need to hold you again
Was it 3:30 at night, or simply befuddled
(second sight)
I'm glad i looked again
I tripped and started falling
At second sight