There's a stack of Polaroids
in the second drawer of the kitchen
that we don't live in anymore.
Your hair was longer and my jacket's brand new.
Back when every road we took felt like a breakthrough.
Now the edges are frayed and the colors have turned,
but I relive every lesson that we ever learned.
Weekend,
the kids in the photograph,
the ones who'd run until they stopped to laugh.
But something deep or something made us feel the kind of steady
that you only get to feel after a thousand miles.
It's an old love like a favorite song
that you know the words to all along.
It's a Vennard beat with a mint blues.
Morning and comfortable like favorite shoes.
We don't need the fireworks or the neon glow.
I love the way we've learned to
move slowly
in this beautiful love.
I see the maps written in the lines around your
eyes better than a sunrise.
We don't talk in rhythms like we used to do.
I can read your mind across a room or two.
The way you take your coffee,
the way you know my fears.
A quiet architecture of a desert.
The
kids in the photograph,
the ones who'd run until they stopped to laugh.
But something deep or something made us feel the kind of
steady that you only get to feel after a thousand miles.
It's an old
love like a favorite song that you've known the words to all along.
It's a heartbeat
with a mint blue.
Morning and comfortable like favorite shoes.
We don't need the fireworks or the neon glow.
I love the way we've learned to move slowly in this beautiful love.
Let the new ones chase the lightning.
Let them feel the dark is finally.
For we've got
a fire that's been burning so long.
It's the only place I know I belong.
It's an old love
like a favorite song that you've known the words to all along.
It's a
heartbeat
with a mint blue.
Morning and comfortable like favorite shoes.
We don't need the fireworks or the neon glow.
I love the way we've learned to move slowly in this beautiful love.
In this beautiful love.
Yeah, it's a vintage heartbeat.
Still beat for you.
Just an old love and it's brand new every day.