One look, dark room
Men just for anda
Time moved too fast
You played it back
Buttons on a mantel
Light hearted joke
No proof not much
But anda saw enough
Small talk, he drives
Coffee at midnight, polite reflects
The chain on your neck
He says look up
And your shoulders brush
No proof, one touch
You felt enough
You can hear it in the silence, silence
You can feel it on the way home, way halaman awal
You can see it with the lights out, lights out
You are in love, true cinta
You are in cinta
Morning, his place
Burnt toast, Sunday
You keep his kemeja
He keeps his word
And for once anda let go
Of your fears and...
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