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