Cold-eyed taxis pass us by, in a half-sleep at the broken bus schedule someone wrote, "I love you," maybe it was I, or perhaps a dream penned that line. [Chorus] If I had a ticket, I'd give it to you, since I’ve already given my heart whole and true, it's waiting to take us on a journey anew, with no set destination, no expiry too. In the park, silent poplars stand still, their branches weave dawn’s pattern at will, snow swirls in circles, like floating signs, falling from heaven in starry lines. [Chorus] If I had the heaven, I’d give it to you, since I’ve already given my heart whole and true, it’s waiting to take us on a journey anew, with no set destination, no expiry too. Your hair smells like a city post-storm, your voice is music, soft yet warm, in cafes we left traces of fleeting chats, waiting for our love to bloom from that. [Chorus] If I had it all, I’d give to you, a torn schedule with “I love you” in view, a gift with me by your side always, through frosty nights and sunlit days. [Chorus] If I had it all, I’d give to you, a torn schedule with “I love you” in view, a gift with my soul and all that I am, through every warm night, through every cold span. [Chorus] If I had it all, I’d give to you, a torn schedule with “I love you” in view, a gift with me by your side always, through frosty nights and sunlit days. [Chorus] If I had it all, I’d give to you, a torn schedule with “I love you” in view, a gift with my soul and all that I am, through every warm night, through every cold span.
