Making Room

Mon chéri, est-ce que tu rêves toujours? On a plane back from Paris Stayed awake, out the window staring The clouds were draped in shades of indigo I thought about us going down And if the dark would spit us out Or take us to another world below But I'm trying on the optimist And I kinda like the way it fits Who cares? It's better when it's happens out of nowhere I like to imagine that it's right there In the pocket of my jacket I'm trying to make a habit, hmm Of making room for magic Put the tickets on the credit card Five days before departure And landed on our anniversary And I felt the universe On the stairs of Sacre Coeur She was everything I dreamed that she would be We were supposed to be here years ago But she knew we needed time to grow So, who cares? It's better when it happens out of nowhere I like to imagine that it's right there In the pocket of my jacket I'm trying to make a habit Of making room for magic Mon chéri, pour toi je gravirais des montagnes