Seeing strangers hand in hand
Re minds us of where we've been
Though left unsaid we understand
That we are not the same as them
Perhaps it's been too long
we've stayed in,
maybe we're not all that amazing
Upon closer examination
of the components of
The only sweetness I hear at home
Is the song you sing
when you think that you're alone
In crowded rooms
I could hear your laugh at once
But by ourselves you haven't
smiled like that for months
Perhaps it's been too long
we've stayed in
Maybe we're not all that amazing
Upon closer examination
of the components of love
The skyline's so pretty when
the moon's out
Twilight in the city as it zooms out
No address, more or less,
for the most part
Quite serene, picturesque, like a postcard
Like a dream,
everything's wrapped into one
From far away,
we are proud of what we've become
And what's the matter with this thing
done upon closer examination?
You either grow or remain untrue
Truth be told, I blame me more than you
That every time you ask
to talk things through
When I supplanted conversation
When I just sang to you
I guess it's been too long we've stayed in
No we're not all that amazing
Upon closer examination
Of the components of love
The skyline's so pretty when
the moon's out
Twilight in the city when the sun's out
No address, more or less,
for the most part
Quite serene, picturesque, like a postcard
Like a dream,
everything's wrapped into one
From far away,
we are proud of what we've become
And what's the matter
with this thing?
None upon closer examination
Holding on for all the wrong
Reasons just going on
In the absence of
Meaning it's been too long
We've lived without
Seeing who we think we are
Looks much better from afar
The skyline's so pretty when
the moon's out
Twilight in the city when the moon's out
No address, more or less,
for the most part
Quite serene, picturesque, like a postcard
Like a dream,
everything's wrapped into one
From far away,
we are proud of what we've become
And what's the matter
with this thing done?
Far closer, examination
Yeah
The skyline's so pretty
when the moon's out
to my light in the city
as it zooms out
no address, more or less,
for the most part
quite serene, picturesque,
like a postcard