A couple hundreds coffees, a thousand sips of wine
It takes more than some roses, for roots to intertwine
To open up the doors to your interior design
Sneaking in the baggage, that we couldn't leave behind
When I meet somebody I sometimes wish that I
Could hold their whole life in my hands
We wouldn't have to share every breakup and goodbye
We'd already understand, and
You can't skip the small talk phase
Intimacy takes a couple hundred days
You can't speed-read a person's mind
Sex is a blast but the feelings don't last
Love takes time
Now you can make connections for a moment at the bar
And you can make a friend for twenty minutes in the car
But one day your hourglass will lose most of it's sand
And love might be the only thing you can't have on demand
When I meet somebody
I sometimes wish that I
Could download their point of view
But isn't that the point of this whole sentimental life
To listen and be listened to?
You can't skip the small talk phase
Intimacy takes a couple hundred days
You can't speed-read a person's mind
Sex is a blast but the feelings don't last
Love takes time
And love, it's hard to start again
The same old stories, the same old lines
But love, there's nothing else to do
Think what you'll find, if you take the time
You can't skip the small talk phase
Intimacy takes a couple hundred days
You can't speed-read a person's mind
Sex is a blast but the feelings don't last
Love takes, love takes, love takes time