So it's scary telling you all these things About me.
But with your eyes Locking onto mine And my voice Trilling around your name, And your breath Curling around the word "Hummingbird" In reference to me, And my hands in your hair, Lulling you into relaxation, And your hand on my knee, Keeping me grounded, Or your arms around my torso, Keeping me safe in a warmth Within your soul
It's like fireworks Or symphonies Bursting into ambition To keep going To keep trying To keep being.
Being near you Is like being near something radioactive, But the only thing radiating off Is complete and total Bliss.
And if you plugged me into A polygraph, And asked me if I thought we'd make it To forever, My answer would simply be: "Of course I do."
But take out the polygraph, And my answer will be "Boy, do I hope so."
'Cause I'm not gonna jinx it, But I think we'll make it, I think we'll make it Because we're fireworks And symphonies And silent nights watching stars And nights staying up late Either laughing or kissing or talking about things that get a little too deep To parts that still sting.
And I wouldn't trade loving you For fireworks we never got to see. And I'd rather listen to your rhythmic breathing When you sleep, Than see the lights and colors of Explosions in the sky.
I'd rather your kiss take my breath away, Than any music or light show.
Your eyes make me melt And that's a feat in itself, 'Cause I'm pretty cold.
And I hope I can make You feel the same.
I was so scared to open up To anyone And now here we are, I'm baring all that I am And I'm scared it won't be taken well, But these are the soft, vulnerable parts of me.