Castles

You with the big plans
The castles of quicksand
Look out the window
Cause everything's passing you by
My, oh my
Don't you remember
The light in December?
Riding the Hudson line
Falling asleep by your side
Oh, the littlest things mean everything

The lull of a Sunday
The way that the palms sway
The sound of your breath
How it moves out of time with mine
Crooked lines
Subways and wool coats
And splitting our headphones
Dancing to music
That no one else hears, it's so clear
Crystal clear

Oh, the littlest things mean everything
When we're only moments in time
Hold tight
Oh, the littlest things mean everything to me