Wool sweater days and apple skiesCold breeze, but your hand’s in mineLeaves fall slow like silent graceI lose the chill inside your face
City sounds a world awayWe talk in looks, not what we sayYour laugh, the scarf I never loseWarmth wrapped up in afternoon
These wool sweater days, we stroll so slowNo place to be, no need to goHearts tucked under jacket seamsWe live in hush, not in extremesThese wool sweater days, we’re soft and nearThe world’s still loud, but you’re so clearEvery step, a quiet phraseOf love in wool sweater days
Warm pockets and a shared tea cupWe laugh as steam keeps rising upYou point at clouds, I nod alongThe moment hums like a favorite song