Here I am again writing about how happy I would be,
If I could look into your eyes looking at me.
In a special place with a not so special time,
Having your hand in mine, would be the perfect crime.
Where hearing your voice would be like a wind love chime
Instead I have to wait until we meet again,
In special place with a not so special time
Here I am again writing about how happy I would be,
If I would step the fuck up and ask you to be with me.