Flicker On Your Skin

I built a life with careful hands,

A place to stand,

a steady plan. A front door key,

a road to roam,

But quiet never felt like home.

I watched my friends make family names,

While I kept learning slower games.

I won at things the world could see,

But lost the one that mattered to me.

Every goodbye left a little mark,

Still I drove my heart through dark.

Thinking maybe this next light Would finally lead me home tonight.

'Cause I'm not looking for forever in one day,

I'm just looking for someone who wants to stay.

Someone to laugh with when the world gets loud,

Someone to call when the night comes down.

I don't need perfect,

I don't need fate,

I just want someone who chooses me each day.

If love is real,

then let it be

A little room for you and me. (ooh)

She called one night just to say hello,

And somehow made the distance slow.

We talked for hours,

dreams and fears, Like we'd been friends for years and years.

She said,

"You're a good man," And I held those words inside.

Funny how the softest things Can light the darkest corners up at

night.

Maybe love is strange that way,

Sometimes hearts don't choose to stay.

Still I'd rather feel the ache Than never hope at all again.

'Cause I'm not looking for forever in one day,

I'm just looking for someone who wants to stay.

Someone to laugh with when the world gets loud,

Someone to call when the night comes down.

I don't need perfect,

I don't need fate,

I just want someone who chooses me each day.

If love is real,

then let it be

A little room for you and me. (yeah)

Maybe I was never meant To race against somebody's clock.

Maybe all these winding roads Are leading me to where I stop.

And if tomorrow finds my heart

Still carrying yesterday, I'll keep one light on in the dark

And let love find its way.

'Cause maybe forever starts this way,

With two hearts meeting on an ordinary day.

No fireworks, no perfect plan,

Just two tired hearts reaching again.

And if I've waited all these years,

Then maybe hope was worth the fight.

Because somewhere out there There's still a place for us tonight.

(ooh) So until that morning finally comes,

I'll keep becoming who I am.

Not because I'm incomplete,

But because I still believe

Love hasn't finished

Writing my story.