On a plane back from Paris Stayed awake out the window staring The clouds were draped in shades of indigo I thought about us going down And if the dark would spit us out Or take us to another world below I'm trying on the optimist And I kinda like the way it fits Who cares Better when it's happens Out of nowhere I like to imagine that it's right there In the pocket of my jacket Trying to make a habit Of making room for magic Put the tickets on the credit card Five days before departure and Landed on our anniversary I felt the universe On the stairs of Sacre Coeur She was everything I dreamed that she would be We were s'posed to be here years ago But she knew we needed time to grow Who cares Better when it's happens Out of nowhere I like to imagine that it's right there In the pocket of my jacket Trying to make a habit Of making room for magic