Sunday Crossword

When I was a kid I always imagined

The person I'd fall for would be good with their mouth

And all the best phrases

Would always fall out (what's one down? Run away to elope)

We'd walk to get coffee on Sunday morning

Then we'd do the crossword and sit on the couch

It's kinda ironic - that's what we have now

We said we wouldn't let it

But somehow this got serious

And you sound so poetic

Saying we're so far from love

You can't say it to my face so

We just try and fill these spaces

What's a nine-letter word for how you feel?

There's a you and I together, but it's missing a few letters

Is it misguided or disguised as something real?

It can't be unrequited

'Cause my feelings are too big

There's so much I wanna tell you

But I don't know if it'll fit

I'm not a kid, so now I can read all

The signs that you give and into silence between us

There's so much we're leaving unsaid

So give me a pen and I can pretend

That we're writing our future instead of playing

And all these games trying to break the rules

We said we wouldn't let it

But somehow this got serious (this got serious)

And I might sound pathetic

But doesn't this look just like love?

I can't say it to your face so

I hope you can fill the spaces

What's a six-letter word for what I want?

There's an over in the center

But I know that's not the answer

Under covers I might never call it love

But it's spelled out so clearly

The more you look at it

There's so much I wanna tell you

But I don't know if it'll fit

Ooh

It all leads back to you

(You know the words, can you say 'em first)

(Fill the spaces, I'll be patient)

Ooh

It all leads back to you

(You know the words, can you say 'em first)

(I always imagined, I couldn't have grasped it)

When I was a kid I never imagined

That love would be so hard to figure out

It's kinda ironic - that's what I have now