Sometimes, you get what you've always been wishing for
And most times, it's not on your deadline, but that's alright
I was worn out and jaded from trying on people to love
But you fit so well
When they ask why I can never explain
But a symphony played when you told me your name
And I took that as a sign
Will you be my beginning, my middle, my end?
Sometimes, it's hard to see what the future holds
And most times, it feels like a steep climb, and that's alright
There's magic in details, the tender small gestures of love
And the way they all add up
When they ask why I can never explain
But a symphony played when you told me your name
And it sounded like a sign
Will you be my beginning, my middle, my end?
Will you be mine?