Cobblestone -

I swear that this city was built brick by brick just for you

The cobblestone alleys to galleries lost in the Louvre

The rumble of secretes beneath, the crowding of souls with one vision to keep

The stories from whispering trees are centuries old, but still proving to be

To be settled in

When the night grows thin that waking-hour leads me straight to your open grin

I’m coming down with the chills I found in a cafe with adoring eyes as my

medicine

There’s a hilltop where pastels ask questions to canvas aloud

The craftsmen will shuffle past the window as we exchange vows

The rumble of secretes beneath, the crowding of souls with one vision to keep

The stories from whispering trees are centuries old, but still proving to be

To be settled in

When the night grows thin that waking-hour leads me straight to your open grin

I’m coming down with the chills I found in a cafe with adoring eyes as my

medicine

To be settled in

When the night grows thin that waking-hour leads me straight to your open grin

I’m coming down with the chills I found in a basement with neon lights as my

medicine