Between Their Glances

Mak's at the table,

Lily's sitting close,

Nobody says it, but everybody knows.

Grace looks between them,

trying not to grin,

She's seen this little movie,

knows how it ends.

They call it friendship,

they call it a joke,

But Lily gets quiet whenever she's close.

And Mak looks away when their eyes happen to meet,

Like falling in love

wasn't part of the dream.

And maybe they're just friends,

Maybe this is all pretend,

Maybe Grace should stop imagining

The way that this could end.

But Mak looks at Lily,

And Lily looks back,

And Grace is just waiting

For them to notice that— (ooh-ooh-ooh)

She's Grace's cousin,

Lily's best friend,

A little bit complicated,

a little hard to comprehend.

What happens at Christmas?

Who sits by who?

Will Grace have to share her favorite people too?

And maybe it's nothing,

maybe it's fate,

Maybe they're just running a little bit late.

But someday they'll laugh about how they began,

When nobody believed they'd become more than friends.

Maybe they're just friends,

Maybe this is how it starts,

Maybe all the teasing

Is a cover for their hearts.

Mak looks at Lily,

Lily starts to smile,

And Grace has been predicting

This for quite a while.

Oh, Mak and Lily,

Just give it some time.

Grace's cousin and her best friend,

One day,

a love story in the making.

(One day,

a love story in the making...)