This Room is too Small

Dreams come in moments we never may expect
we could be staring at each other
the rain might be falling outside
it may never be too late to walk home
you're not too far from me

I've never known me in that way
somehow you might and it doesn't make sense
who are you to look at me with those eyes
such a sunset burning without looking outside
colored in moments never looking

Here it is stretched out in front of me
I want to hear what you have to say
tomorrow at lunch it might be warmer
it might be more despite how cold it can be
we're adrift, sailing on this weather

I've no use for the forecast
it won't affect my plans
in here I am everything
each breath comes to me
each moment is mine