That made me love you for the hundredth time
I'm not sure but I think maybe that you planned it
you're in my head, in my heart and on my mind.
I think "who knows" but maybe its the weather
That made you cuddle up against me
And press your lips against mine, so soft like feathers
Just like you used to do before
I kind of think that maybe I am clueless
To make believe that you and I are here again
But I think that we'd be here cute
Just holding hands together in the rain.
I think too much, I think and now I'm going crazy
Just staring at the spaces on my walls
I think, sometimes, that maybe I am lazy
Not giving up on you and me.