This is how I see her

[Verse 1] She crossed the room in borrowed light Barefoot on the marble, moving slow The kind of slow that stops your breath— not rushing toward or away from anything Just existing in the space between the door and the window Her walk—ebony skin catching the glow, black hair moving like it has its own current Her laugh landed somewhere near my ribs A sound I'd never heard before And suddenly I understood why people write songs about people they've never touched [Chorus] This is how I see her In the doorway, backlit, still This is how I need her Real enough to break something She's got my chest all twisted up The way she doesn't know I'm watching This is how I see her [Verse 2] One night on someone's couch She turned to face me mid-sentence and forgot what she was saying Her eyes—dark and searching— found the seam of her jeans I watched her bite the corner of her mouth trying to remember the word she'd lost I could have told her but I didn't I wanted to live in that moment where she was still searching where her heavenly face was caught between thought and speech [Verse 3] I'm not the kind of person who believes in this But I'm learning the grammar of her The way her shoulders drop when she laughs The specific architecture of her beauty How she moves through space like she's solving something which room, which corner, which angle of light I'm memorizing the small things the ones that won't mean anything to her the ones that mean everything to me [Final Chorus] This is how I see her Becoming someone I could love This is how I need her To see me looking She's got my chest all twisted up The wanting, the waiting, the watching Yeah, this is how I see her Baby, this is how I see her