Three steps, to us,
You showered me with innocent petals of roses
You showered me with petals,
That only chose to love me without ever speaking a word but except no one ever chose the story that was true to you.
Flying me to the moon of the rose petals
Flying me to the moon of the rose petals,
You only drowned the waters so that I could
Wash up the loose ends with the sand,
Where the ocean planned the secrets in matching the love of the petals,
Where you traveled in closure,
Without coming through the tunnel of the clouds,
And the sky became the blue,
But you chose to keep me flying to the moon of the rose petals of you.
You catch me before I fell with the moon of petals
You catch me before I fell with the moon of petals,
You catch me like I was falling from the sky, But once you looked with those eyes,
I began to see the other skylight of the stars, That at first turned me blind by the moon, But spoke to me like a whisper in the dark.
You followed the trail even without a trace
You followed the trail even without a trace,
You followed like you wanted to catch the moon,
Before all of the lights went dark,
And then it all became the first of many firsts,
As I loved the moon when it became night.
No ink, No words
Feeling the ground,
Before I found my feet,
Before I touched the picture,
Of the petals that no longer had any ink of words.
Three steps to us
Three steps, to us
Finding you was never an ageless search,
Seeing how you picked up my heart,
And chose to keep it close with yours,
Loving me like you know you could not choose, But it was still a captivating smile before the single,
Where silence played in the role of fantasy,
Where just like you there was always a jumpstart of words,
But playing by the petals was never my strongest suit because I only loved by the moon.
My unlocking memory
You never even wanted to guess the song,
Because you already knew the lyrics on the radio,
But it eventually caught on to me how much the,
dreams became my unlocking memory.