Maybe Now Lyrics

If I were a writer, you'd be the sculptor

Each line in my head is clay in your hands

Long eyelashes they fly, the ends of your lips curl

And we push and we pull 'til all I can breathe is you

So why don't we go under

Where we're safe under the covers

If babble or brook mistakenly took

My heart from a well, I'd still long to hear that laugh again

And while cookies are sweet, I'd still rather have you

And we breathe, make believe, and daydream it's coming true

So why don't we go under

Where we're safe under the covers

Ignore the rising light between the cracks

We're fighting time to take us back

Before we gave into ourselves

We don't need anybody else

So why don't we go under

Where we're safe under the covers

If I were a writer, you'd be the sculptor

Each line in my head is clay in your hands