[Verse 1]
Ash on the windowsill
Sun sneaks across the bed
Smoke curls in figure eights
You’re laughing at something I said
Loose socks on the power line
Phone face down
Out of sight
Your hair like a tangled poem
Drifting in the quiet light
[Chorus]
We’re just floating
Soft above the ceiling
World below can spin and spin
Slowly breathing
Trading thoughts and feelings
Pull you close
Then out again
If this is wrong
I don’t need a reason
Let the afternoon unwind
We’re just floating
Soft above the ceiling
Losing track of every time
[Verse 2]
Half-eaten tangerine
Peel like a tiny moon
Playlist stuck on one old song
We hum the same off-key tune (oh yeah)
Paint chips on the window frame
Look like tiny distant towns
You trace roads along my arm
Till both our voices quiet down
[Chorus]
We’re just floating
Soft above the ceiling
World below can spin and spin
Slowly breathing
Trading thoughts and feelings
Pull you close
Then out again
If this is wrong
I don’t need a reason
Let the afternoon unwind
We’re just floating
Soft above the ceiling
Losing track of every time