I wake up early one Sunday morning, the sun is blinding me through the blinds
The last picture from a dream flashes before I forget it
I'm quiet, so that the floor is squeaking, to not wake you up
I find room on the windowsill where I sit down
For a short moment, the moment isn't bigger than you and I
And in my head, I see slide photos from the long path
That we've gone, which has cost blood, sweat, and tears
I could have dropped it all last night when we fought
'Cause life never is like it is in movies
We scold, we break up, and things will be lost in the fire
But who promised us a fair tale?
Who says that we'll live happy ever after until our very last morning dawns?
Where the heck have all those princes and princesses gone?
We yell at one another Saturday night, but we love the following day
Now, we're sitting in my kitchen, eating breakfast
We're still just a boy and a girl from the suburbs
And who knows if it will be you and I forever?
I only know that I'm happy when you sleep on the other side
Of my king size bed, and that I'm looking forward
To more slide photos of you