Sunday Crossword Testo

(You keep repeating the same word)
(It's just, it's full of consonants)
(It's the same word)

When I was a kid I always imagined the person I'd fall for
Would be good with their mouth
And all the best phrases would always fall out
(what's one down? run away to elope)
We'd walk to get coffee on Sunday morning
Then we'd do the crossword and sit on the couch It's kinda ironic that's what we have now

We said we wouldn't let it
But somehow this got serious
And you sound so poetic
Saying we're so far from love
You can't say it to my face so
We just try and fill these spaces

What's a nine-letter word for how you feel?
There's a 'U' and 'I' together, but it's missing a few letters
Is it misguided or disguised as something real?
It can't be unrequited
'Cause my feelings are too big
There's so much I wanna tell you
But I don't know if it'll fit

I'm not a kid, so now I can read
All the signs that you give, and into silence between us
There's so much we're leaving unsaid So give me a pen and I can pretend
That we're writing our future instead of playing
All these games, trying to break the rules

We said we wouldn't let it
But somehow this got serious (this got serious)
And I might sound pathetic
But doesn't this look just like love?
I can't say it to your face so
I hope you can fill the spaces

What's a six-letter word for what I want?
There's an over in the centre
But I know that's not the answer
Under covers I might never call it love
But it's spelled out so clearly
The more you look at it
There's so much I wanna tell you
But I don't know if it'll fit

Ooh, it all leads back to you
(You know the words, can you say 'em first?)
(Fill the spaces, I'll be patient)
Ooh, it all leads back to you
(You know the words, can you say 'em first)
(I always imagined, I couldn't have grasped it)

When I was a kid I never imagined
That love would be so hard to figure out
It's kinda ironic that's what I have now