[Verse 1]
Like a river in the snow
Or a road you go down, that you don't know
Where the sky meets ocean blue
That's how I feel about You
[Verse 2]
It's a heart that's on the mend
Or the voice of an old friend
It's the home you grow into
That's how I feel about You
[Chorus]
I once saw this abandoned church
Daisies grew up through the dirt
It felt like heaven and it hurt
The roof was gone
But the sun was strong
[Verse 3]
It's the evergreens in the cold
Or a heart that won't grow old
It's the spring that pulls life through
That's how I feel about You
[Verse 4]
It's the honey from the bees
The wind dancing in the trees
It's the zinnias in Peru
That's how I feel about You
[Chorus]
I once saw this abandoned church
Daisies grew up through the dirt
It felt like heaven and it hurt
The roof was gone
But the sun was strong
[Bridge]
Bright colors
And the light in golden hours of summer
What if I could sing the ancient songs?
Surrender to the beauty that everything belongs
[Verse 5]
It's the silver in the sand
It's when my son still holds my hand
Got the window with the view
That's how I feel about You
[Outro]
All the light inside the moon
That's how I feel about You
How I Feel About You
Song Meaning
Ellie Holcomb builds "How I Feel About You" almost entirely out of small, unrelated images rather than direct statements of affection — "like a river in the snow, or a road you go down, that you don't know, where the sky meets ocean blue" — letting comparison do the work a plainer declaration usually would.
"It's a heart that's on the mend, or the voice of an old friend, it's the home you grow into" keeps stacking images from different categories, memory, healing, familiarity, without ever settling on just one, and each verse resolves the same way: "that's how I feel about You."
"I once saw this abandoned church, daisies grew up through the dirt, it felt like heaven and it hurt" interrupts the list with one specific memory instead of another comparison, holding beauty and pain together rather than resolving them. "What if I could sing the ancient songs? Surrender to the beauty that everything belongs" turns briefly from description toward request, before the song returns to its list one last time — "it's when my son still holds my hand" — closing on something small and immediate rather than another sweeping image.