the guggenheim

I remember it was October When you said you wanna go one day to Guggenheim And I said "Darling come along and help me pack the bags" We'll get our passports And I said it in a playful way But you know damn well that I mean every word that I say And it's true, "I wanna go to Guggenheim someday with you" But maybe it's impossible now Cuz we're back to being strangers But you're the kind of stranger whose laugh I can remember And those eyes that once met mine And I've fallen for, for maybe a thousand times I'd always know where you are Even if there's a thousand in a crowd And maybe one day We would find ourselves in The Guggenheim Unknowingly fulfilling the promise that we once made When we were younger But we both remember And we would talk And you would say that you're an artist now And you learned to find the passion you once lost after you graduate There I was still in the band But we're bigger now and I've been singing songs about you And my nights they've gone brighter Cuz my night showed me the starry skies The day you took my light And I was living in the darkness Until someone took my hand and my disfigured heart And brought me back the light And reciprocate my love Something you could never do And one day I'd tell you the story Of the love you'll never go through It's not for the cold ones like you Ohh Now everything is all said and done And we're back to being strangers But you're the kind of stranger Who lingers on the back door of my mind And haunts my nights But I learned not to fall back to the same stupid cycles And I picked up the pieces Even if they were scattered all around Just like modern art It's so exciting to think about Cuz maybe one day we would meet In The Guggenheim