i could draw a map and chart my course of action.
six months building up and six months letting go.
every end would bring me less and less satisfaction.
forever wanting more than i'm holding,
but holding only what can fit inside my hand.
one day i'm gonna wrap myself around you
and understand there'll always be
temporary things that wander in and out of sight everyday.
they simplify each year so i can see more clearly
you're my favorite one.
exploring all the likely destinations
slowly wears away a place inside my heart.
but I'll know exactly when the wandering's over,
because you'll fit so well with me.
temporary things will wander in and out of sight everyday.
they simplify each year so i can see more clearly,
you're my favorite one.