Page 65 of Chasing After You
So that you can feel, all my love for you, ‘til the end of time
Love ain’t always true, boy, but what we have feels right.
Now babe my heart’s been claimed and won
I’m here to tell you you’re the one, Baby, please be mine tonight
Baby, you’re my first thought, every single morning
And once I think that first thought of you boy, yeah, they just keep on comin’
Boy your amber eyes are magic, fire and mischief,
Got a smile that fills my heart, gives me hope when life is dark
Loving you’s the stars and the moon and the sun
Darlin’, you’re the one
First thought, first kiss, first love, boy I swear it’s fate
Baby, you’re my first thought, every single morning
And once I think that first thought of you boy, yeah, they just keep on comin’
Like how your sweet soul is a wild one, free and on the run
Always in with all you got, always give it your best shot
Loving you’s the stars and the moon and the sun
Darlin’, you’re the one
Baby, you’re my first thought, every single morning
And once I think that first thought of you boy, yeah, they just keep on comin’
Like how you make me brave now, no fears at all now
Then your love it frees my mind, makes me seek until I find
Loving you’s the stars and the moon and the sun
Darlin’, you’re the one
Baby, you’re my first thought
Every single morning.
Only after I’ve sung the last note, do I tilt my head to see his face.
“You rewrote it,” he whispers, his expression stunned with undeniable awe in his eyes. “When?”
“The morning after you first sang it to me.”
“I can’t believe you never told me.” His brow crinkles and I know he’s confused, wondering why I wouldn’t have shared it with him the way he shared his song with me. “I would have loved it. I love it now.”
“Matti,” I try to explain, “when I first fell for you, it was this all-consuming feeling I didn’t know how to control, let alone contain. For a while, it felt like just thinking about you made a part of me slip away. And that song, it became my anchor for all those feelings. It gave me a way to express them, a space to hold them in, that both felt a part of me and outside of me. As much as I wrote it to share with you, once it was written, I suddenly needed to keep it for myself.”
