Takes Me Back (Acoustic)

I can't count the endless rooms and dreams and
haunted tombs I've seen us walking through
where every thought leads to you

It's not a lot, but it's a lot better than
the nothing I'd been holding onto,
watching your shadows move

When I pulled you right outta a fairytale
You're the jokes I scribbled in the margins
of every book beside my bed
It's your face in every crowd
it takes me back
it takes me back to how we met

See us moving through every jaded hallway
even down a dark path
I'd follow there and back
Cause I've got nothing to lose
picking up scattered pieces
evidence I was once something better or at least different
It wasn't much, but it was something that I had
Now every time that I think of it
it oh-oh, it takes me back, to

When I pulled you right outta a fairytale
You're the jokes I scribbled in the margins
of every book beside my bed
It's your face in every crowd
it takes me back
it takes me back to how we met

Now there's a night that I very well
may have dreamed up,
but I can see the smoke from here
the campfire not to mention
tracing a summer night feeling
and ghosts into the dust again, from the same porch steps where
you saw what I saw and you felt what I felt
It was real or maybe less but you,
you were there

When I pulled you right outta a fairytale
You're the jokes I scribbled in the margins
of every book I've ever read
Your face in every crowd,
it takes me back
it takes me back to how we met

And how we met, it takes me back,
to how we met