Castles

You with the big plans The castles of quicksand Look out the window Cause everything's passing you by My, oh my Don't you remember The light in December? Riding the Hudson line Falling asleep by your side Oh, the littlest things mean everything The lull of a Sunday The way that the palms sway The sound of your breath How it moves out of time with mine Crooked lines Subways and wool coats And splitting our headphones Dancing to music That no one else hears, it's so clear Crystal clear Oh, the littlest things mean everything When we're only moments in time Hold tight Oh, the littlest things mean everything to me