Jan 31, 2004 23:51
one of these days youll leave at sunset for some trip to some beautiful place
to be happy for awhile
a visit
thats what your friends will say
your beautiful light brown eyes
and your hair will be the catcher
(without)
you will leave for this trip
a visit
(or with me)
for awhile
he will be on a bench
in a coffee shop
in an art museum
a place with beautiful windows
you wont mean to but you will
(without)
youll look
and look more til you see hes reading your favorite book
hes drinking your favorite drink
(or with me)
his look
his eyes
his body
its your guy
i guess...
i guess...
hell approach you
and you wont think of me at all
not this time
cause your in heaven
i guess...
i guess...
hes got the cutest voice youve ever heard
when he speaks you dont hear anything
your focused
i already know what he looks like
everything youve told me that you wish i could be
i guess...
i guess...