True Love

Pitch black on a quiet night

To get some borrowed bikes

Could have heard us from a mile away

Blended to a fancy crowd

Shoot the shit on the way out

Woke up feeling like a different place

And as spring sighs in relief

I cross my fingers in the breeze again

Could it be true love

I keep dreaming of?

Tell me it's fine

Take up my time

Let me soak up the suspense

Wanted you to change my mind

Acted like a stubborn child

Creep around like waves along the coast

See how much we both have aged

And the questions have all changed

Woke up feeling like so long ago

And as spring sighs in relief

I cross my fingers in the breeze again

Could it be true love

I keep dreaming of?

Tell me it's fine

Take up my time

Let me soak up the suspense

Let me hang on till the end