Chris Bates - Like This

[Romanization]

You’re tracing lines on my arm
Like they’re maps we’ll never use
Sunlight spilling through the blinds
Painting everything in gold
The radio is playing low
We don’t even know the words
But somehow we’re still singing
Like we’ve always heard

Nothing loud
Nothing grand

Let it be like this
Just like this
Your hand in mine
No need for more than this
If the world moves on
Let it do what it does
We’re here like this
And that’s enough

Your laughter fills the hallway
Then disappears again
I try to hold the echo
But it slips between
You’re talking ’bout tomorrow
Like it’s just another day
I’m watching how the light
Falls across your face

Nothing certain
Nothing planned

Let it be like this
Just like this
Your hand in mine
No need for more than this
If the world moves on
Let it do what it does
We’re here like this
And that’s enough

Like this
Just like this