Wendy knows a band, knows them from a friend, whose friend is in that band No matter where they go, never skips a show, never comes too late Her eyes are focused on the moves he makes He looks deep in her eyes. Not aware of that move he made He continues playing. Now she knows he loves her The next day Wendy goes to the d**tore Guess who's standing there in front of the desk with cigarettes The nice drummer with his pretty eyes. Why doesn't he say a word When do those people realize, we cannot see through their eyes Wendy know's we're going crazy. Stop telling all these lies Only my body knows I'm going crazy. Hopelessly lost she walks through the park This so-called nice and friendly guy left a mark on this unspoiled but broken heart What a shame. Simpleminded broken heart. Who's to blame. No one but herself! The truth except for us no one will ever know