Lighthouse in the Middle of a Field

Intro

Like a match struck in the rain, oh-oh

Like a coin that remembers every hand it's been in, yeah

(hey) (hey)

Verse

You fold my name into your pocket like a paper map

I pull it out, it's inked with roads I never took back

You're a morning that arrives in slow color, like paint on old glass

And I am a window fogged up, learning to let you pass

You move like a sentence that keeps finding its end

I'm the comma that waits to tie you again

Your laugh is a bell that lives in my coat, chiming out of tune

I'm a room full of postcards, tracing lines back to you

Pre-chorus

You fit in my silence like a key in a door (in a door)

You plant the summer where winter used to grow (yeah)

I'm a ship with a compass that keeps pointing toward you

Even when the needle forgets the north, it knows

Chorus

You're like a lighthouse in the middle of a field (oh-oh)

A lighthouse in the middle of a field (oh-oh-oh)

You're the stamp on my story, the reason I keep it sealed

You're the lighthouse in the middle of a field

Like a song I can't stop humming (na-na)

Like a flame that learned how to heal (yeah)

You're the lighthouse in the middle of my field

You're the lighthouse in the middle of my field

Verse

You wear your quiet like a sweater, sleeves pulled long and worn

I'm the coffee cup balancing on the edge of your dawn

You are a highway that knows the stars by name

I'm a map with their constellations traced in the margins of your frame

You speak in architecture—arched doorways, steady stone

I'm the wallpaper peeling, finally learning how to own

Your hands keep the grammar of safe things, patient and real

Mine are the paper cranes that keep folding toward the feel

Pre-chorus

You are a lighthouse that doesn't need the tide (doesn't need the tide)

You are a calendar where every Sunday is wide (wide)

I'm a lost photograph that remembers your face

And every time I look, time rearranges its place

Chorus

You're like a lighthouse in the middle of a field (oh-oh)

A lighthouse in the middle of a field (oh-oh-oh)

You're the stamp on my story, the reason I keep it sealed

You're the lighthouse in the middle of a field

Like a song I can't stop humming (na-na)

Like a flame that learned how to heal (yeah)

You're the lighthouse in the middle of my field

You're the lighthouse in the middle of my field

Bridge

You're a pencil sharpened at midnight, drawing the outline of me

I'm the ink that decided not to dry, bleeding where you need

Like a train that invents a tune for every tunnel we pass

We ride like two magnets, always kissing, never crash

(oh-oh) (come on)

Chorus

You're like a lighthouse in the middle of a field (oh-oh)

A lighthouse in the middle of a field (oh-oh-oh)

You're the stamp on my story, the reason I keep it sealed

You're the lighthouse in the middle of a field

Like a song I can't stop humming (na-na)

Like a flame that learned how to heal (yeah