I played it cool by accident
You got off on the passiveness
He's so distracted and passionate
It was romantic before I noticed
Before my conscious responded
There's a sincerity in stumbling on it
Didn't happen 'cause I made it happen
Just kinda happened upon it
Sunset from your bedroom window
You're all over my mind
I turn my head to the side
The chair was on your thigh, intertwined with the skyline
Deep breath from your bedroom window
The sky like the inside of a plum
It even kinda tastes like one
Don't wanna explain it, just let it fill up my lungs
Just let it fill up my lungs
Just let it fill up my lungs
Is there a word for nostalgia for the present?
This whole classy New York City shit looks good on you
Let's make the fantasy the plan
Broadway and the Chelsea Hotel
Often enough to call a tradition
A '20s starlet today would be a baddie with a vape addiction
Sunset from your bedroom window
You're all over my mind
I turn my head to the side
The chair was on your thigh, intertwined with the skyline
Deep breath from your bedroom window
The sky like the inside of a plum
It even kinda tastes like one
Don't wanna explain it, just let it fill up my lungs
Just let it fill up my lungs
Just let it fill up my lungs
