Longing, wishing
That you’ll look my way.
I keep seeing you in my dreams,
Always there, always waiting.
Why do you tempt me so?
Or do you know what you do?
Am I actually existent
In your world?
Longing, wishing
That you’ll look my way.
I keep seeing you in my dreams,
Always there, always waiting.
Why do you tempt me so?
Or do you know what you do?
Am I actually existent
In your world?