A quiet life and a pretty house

It was past midnight when we were in a boat, at the sea, under the sky of our own thoughts
Below our vast feelings were out, honest but harsh but in the end–they kept us afloat
You knew I’d take a quiet life and a pretty house with you

It was blue when you woke me up with a light kiss–we were supposed to feed the dog
I took a walk alone in the trees of my imagination, just a few blocks down the road of our pretty house on the hill–
we were supposed to get dressed and go about our quiet lives

It was day when I got back to no calls and no texts and found you, my love, sitting on the porch reading my eyes
I smiled and looked right back at our years and of how we might or might not meant to be–
such a big thought to start the day but you knew I’ve been me my whole life

What was it that we said ten years ago–a quiet life and a pretty house just like the sad song

You know I’ve always held on to it even when we were unhappy or I was unhappy and especially when our lives were unquiet

But we’ve been us our whole lives and I’ll still take a quiet life and a pretty house with you