met you by the third floor window i was acting like a high school flirt you were putting on my make up i was looking down your shirt you told me that you had a boyfriend didnt stop from thinking thoughts listening to the french inhaling connecting all the pretty dots wondering where the hell you came from dancing on the hardwood floors im yours striking up a love long distance striking up a killer band never thinking about my own existence never questioning the love i had trying hard to pull you closer trying to turn the east to west hanging from the clouds hanging from the ceiling buttoning a corduroy vest wondering where the hell you came from stepping through your parlour doors im yours dont matter who you know dont matter what you do i belong to you anywhere you go ill be going to i belong to you