Get me out of the twilight

Please tell me again
how we ended up like this.
Show me where we met,
the second you noticed me.

Describe me again what you
tell everyone, and help me
remember every detail
of our first kiss.

This is more than I expected.
Much more than I was last week.
The way we picture ourselves
in each other's minds
is more than we'll ever be.

But it's beautiful,
it's special.
And it will always be.

Talk to me about their eyes
over and over again
and let me hear what I will sing too
to them, but first to you.

Let me taste them too,
all those new songs
you wrote when we
were born.

There are ways, I'm sure,
to get me out, to let me
into your own mind.
But you don't know what I feel is true,
I can't see what you see.

But it's beautiful,
it's special.
And it will always be.