Well it’s not the way you smile
As cheerful as a child
Who’s found a peaceful patch of grass to lie
And it’s not about the way
You breeze about the day
Like a feather floating easy in the sky
It’s the little things that we talk about
Making faces ‘til we’re both laughing
Never know that times ever passing by
With you on a Sunday afternoon
Does it harm me to confess
It’s not just the way you dress
But the way you claim the center of the room
It’s not just the way you sigh
As you look up at the sky
And trace the flight of someone’s lost balloon