I love the way he walks down
A narrow, foggy street
Worn sneakers and overalls smeared with paint
And hair in bangs around his eyes
Smooth between my fingers
I love the way he talks
As if time is always slipping by
And all the time in the world won't be enough
For all the things he whispers to me
In the golds of dawn
I love the way he looks at me
Crinkles around his laughing eyes
As if everyday, I'm someone new
As if he knows all the secrets we have yet to admit
And all the memories we have yet to share
But most of all, I love the way he smiles at me
The same smile he first gave me
That warm fuzzy September afternoon
Like we were centuries apart and still
Knew each other, in a time
Remembered only by the stars
