I used to count the seconds 'til I'd see you again

Used to measure silence, a lonely, empty trend

I'd trace the constellations, trying to find a sign

A complicated equation, all twisted and unkind

I had a thousand phrases, poetic and profound

But they all got lost in the quiet, turning, helpless sound.

Then I found the rhythm, the only one that's true

It's as simple as counting, from one to three with you.

It's not a grand confession, no mystery to prove

It's just one-two-three, I love you.

Yeah, one-two-three, I love you.

I see it in the coffee steam on a sleepy Tuesday dawn

In the way you laugh at my jokes, even the silly, worn-out ones

It's in the laundry folded, the quiet side-by-side

The safety of your hand in mine, with nowhere left to hide

You took my tangled, messy world, my chaos and my gray

And you gave it a simple melody I can hum throughout the day.

'Cause you are the rhythm, the only one that's true

It's as simple as counting, from one to three with you.

It's not a grand confession, no mystery to prove

It's just one-two-three, I love you.

Oh, one-two-three, I love you.

They can write sonnets about the stars, and songs about the sea

But the greatest poem I know is the way you look at me.

It’s the shorthand of our laughter, the language that we've made

A secret, sweet arithmetic that will never, ever fade.

So let the world keep counting all the complicated sums...

My whole universe is in these three beats of my drums.

You are my rhythm, the only one that's true

It's as simple as counting, from one to three with you.

It's not a grand confession, it's everything I need to prove...

It's just one-two-three, I love you.

Always, one-two-three, I love you.

One... for the way you smile.

Two... for the peace you bring.

And three... for my forever girl...

My everything.

One-two-three... I love you.