Glasses filled
And on the shelf
With sounds and colors of your younger self
Looking on
Through blurring rains
And see how it falls down the window pane
Tuesday nights
Bright city lights
The cool air flows down the backseat aisle
Close to me
Our eyelids meet
Spirals release to paint the perfect scene
Hear the chimes
Of pink skylines
Seeing your eyes looking into mine
Bottle up
The feeling love
This moment is the only one we've got