
Michelle Sees
adult contemporary pop, pop, cinematic, elegant melancholy, pokemon, future visions, strings, love

Michelle Sees
adult contemporary pop, pop, cinematic, elegant melancholy, pokemon, future visions, strings, love
Lyrics
Michelle rides in her usual seat
Her Gothitelle held by the hand
She hums along to something faint
Just killing time between her stops
She glances at the man across
A stranger with a grocery bag
She doesn’t think a thing of it—
Then all at once her future hits
Michelle sees,
A night warm with laughter, shared with you—
Your hands against my shoulders
A ring settling into place like it was always there
A child’s voice rising down a hallway built from...
A lifetime with you...
Michelle sees,
your face so close it feels like gravity chose me
The sky divides in colors breaking open overhead
And everything that ever was dissolves away....
Michelle sees,
The End of The World
...and it's beautiful.
Michelle snaps awake to doors wide
He’s gone before she finds her breath
she rides the train the following day
Retracing his steps.
She walks the blocks he vanished through
She rides that line the whole week long
She’s holding tight to what she saw—
Michelle saw,
An evening leaning into you, warm breath,
our bodies intertwined,
your fingers tracing down my spine
A ring. A doorway. A child's voice down the hall.
Michelle saw,
your face so close it feels like everything is pulling toward you.
The sky rips open overhead in colors tearing through the air,
all existence pulls apart — violent and bright!
Michelle saw,
The End of The World
...and it was beautiful.
Some stories rush to reach the peak
But miss the moments in between
If you already know the end
You lose the meaning along the way
So let the future take its time
Don’t skip to the 'good' parts
Just breathe and ... live
Michelle walks without looking
she doesn’t see him coming.
They collide — hard.
Her breath catches.
Her eyes widen.
It’s him.
Michelle sees,
A night unfolding around them
her shoulder brushing into his laughter
A vow settles in her chest, not spoken yet but felt.
Michelle sees,
The years stack in gentle piles across their home,
his face so close it feels like everything is pulling toward him.
The sky breaks in colors once again, —
and everything that ever was dissolves away....
It's The End of the World.
And it's beautiful.
