you’re the sky that i fell through. i remember the view whenever im holding you.
the sun hang from a string, looking out on the earth as it warms over eveything… 

circle me, and the neddle moves gracefully, back and forth.
if my heart was a compass you’d be north
risk it all coz i’ll catch you if you fall. wherever you go.
if my heart was a house, you’d be home.