Window Seat, Your Shoulder

Tickets in your pocket, chai in my hand

Leaving the city for a softer land

Fog on the glass and you draw a heart

Tunnels in the mountain pull the light apart

Pine trees waving like they know our names

Your laugh is louder than the passing trains

Maggi at a stall where the clouds come low

Wrapped in your jacket, I never want to go

Every little station has a different song

Somehow with you it all belongs

Slow down, slow down

Let the world spin round

Window seat, your shoulder, hills rolling by

Sharing one earphone underneath the sky

Don't need a map when I'm holding your hand

Every wrong turn feels like the plan

Polaroid fading in my diary page

You fall asleep and I forget my age

Sun sneaks in through a curtain of rain

I'd take this road again and again

Mm, keep the window open

Let the mountain air in

Window seat, your shoulder, hills rolling by

Sharing one earphone underneath the sky

Don't need a map when I'm holding your hand

Every wrong turn feels like the plan

Window seat, your shoulder

Stay a little longer