I remember when you looked my way,
feeling I was nothing on a summers day.
I remember when you held my hand,
nothing to be sad or to understand.
One and one is two.
I’m running out of glue.
I want to be you.
I remember when you looked away,
told me I was nothing on a summers day.
I remember when you moved my hand,
nothing to be sad or to understand.
One and one is two.
I’m running out of glue.
I want to be you.