Underblue - Maybe Now

If I were a writer, you'd be the sculptor
Each line in my head is clay in your hands
Long eyelashes they fly, the ends of your lips curl
And we push and we pull 'til all I can breathe is you

So why don't we go under
Where we're safe under the covers

If babble or brook mistakenly took
My heart from a well, I'd still long to hear that laugh again
And while cookies are sweet, I'd still rather have you
And we breathe, make believe, and daydream it's coming true

So why don't we go under
Where we're safe under the covers

Ignore the rising light between the cracks
We're fighting time to take us back
Before we gave into ourselves
We don't need anybody else

So why don't we go under
Where we're safe under the covers

If I were a writer, you'd be the sculptor
Each line in my head is clay in your hands

Written by:
Anu McPherson, Bo Zhang, James Mayr, Jonathan Zhou, Kimberly Torres

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