I could feel the seconds painting strokes across the morning
The light created blonde streaks across our bed
You had found a way to make every square of you,
Touch every square of me.
And all I could see was distance.

Our simple routine never did it for me
And somehow I think you always knew
And as I lay here, scared to move
I dreamt of the easy way out.

We built this life in blocks of three.
In the foothills of Colorado
Where too much air made the illusion we were free

I stole from our foundation blocks
Thinking I could speed up the relationship clock
Going forward and building higher
And driving straight into my fire.

It was a beautiful disaster around me
Our little life in blocks of three
I spent all our time together
Worried I'd make the same mistake
Only to find,
I'd been drowning in my own wake