While You’re in the World (Piano Unplugged Version)

It’s a little bit strange,

This feeling inside,

I’m not the kind of soul who can easily hide.

I don’t own much fortune, but oh, if I could,

I’d build us a home in the heart of the woods.

If I were a painter,

Or a poet by trade,

Or a dreamer who casts spells with potions he’s made,

I know it’s not much, but it’s all I can do—

My gift is my song, and this one’s for you.

And you can tell the whole world,

This is your tune.

It’s not so complex, but now it’s in bloom.

I hope you don’t mind,

I hope you don’t mind,

That I wrote it all down—

How bright life becomes when you’re around.

I climbed up the rooftop, brushed off the green,

Some lines of the verses got tangled between.

But the sun’s been my guide,

Its warmth kept me true,

This song is for hearts like yours that light the view.

So forgive me my slips,

My forgetful display,

I can’t quite recall if your eyes shine like gray

Or a deep endless blue. But what matters is this:

Your smile is the sweetest thing I’ll ever miss.

And you can tell the whole world,

This is your tune.

It’s not so complex, but now it’s in bloom.

I hope you don’t mind,

I hope you don’t mind,

That I wrote it all down—

How bright life becomes when you’re around.

I hope you don’t mind,

I hope you don’t mind,

That I wrote it all down—

How bright life becomes when you’re around.