Justin Fung a.k.a. gershom's journal

"If my heart was a house …"

Owl City:

You're the sky that I fell through;
and I remember the view whenever I'm holding you.
The sun hung from a string,
looking down on the world as it warms over everything.

Chills run down my spine as our fingers entwine
and your sighs harmonize with mine.
Unmistakably, I can still feel your heart beat fast when you dance with me.

We got older and I should've known
(Do you feel alive?)
that I'd feel colder when I walk alone.
(Oh, but you'll survive)
So I may as well ditch my dismay: bombs away, bombs away!

Circle me and the needle 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.

It makes me smile because you said it best:
I would clearly feel blessed if the sun rose up from the west.
Flower balm perfume, all my clothes smell like you
coz your favorite shade is navy blue.

I walk slowly when I'm on my own.
(Do you feel alive?)
Yeah, but frankly I still feel alone.
(Oh, but you'll survive)
So I may as well ditch my dismay: bombs away, bombs away!

Circle me and the needle 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.
If my heart was a house, you'd be home.