I played it cool by accident You got off on the passiveness He's so distracted and passionate It was romantic before I noticed Before my conscious responded There's a sincerity in stumbling on it Didn't happen 'cause I made it happen Just kinda happened upon it Sunset from your bedroom window You're all over my mind I turn my head to the side The chair was on your thigh, intertwined with the skyline Deep breath from your bedroom window The sky like the inside of a plum It even kinda tastes like one Don't wanna explain it, just let it fill up my lungs Just let it fill up my lungs Just let it fill up my lungs Is there a word for nostalgia for the present? This whole classy New York City shit looks good on you Let's make the fantasy the plan Broadway and the Chelsea Hotel Often enough to call a tradition A '20s starlet today would be a baddie with a vape addiction Sunset from your bedroom window You're all over my mind I turn my head to the side The chair was on your thigh, intertwined with the skyline Deep breath from your bedroom window The sky like the inside of a plum It even kinda tastes like one Don't wanna explain it, just let it fill up my lungs Just let it fill up my lungs Just let it fill up my lungs