I like you so much
That I even prefer to hide it
So I let it be
implicit.
Like an idea that exists in one's mind
And has no intention of happening
I find it so beautiful,
this being abstract thing, baby.
Beauty is really so fleeting.
Like an idea that hangs around my mind
And has no intention of happening
It may seem weak of me
Let it be a weakness then
The joy that it gives me
goes without me saying.
And if tomorrow is nothing (seemed) like that?
It'll be up to me to choose it
And I will make it
What I win, what I lose
No one has to know about it
I like you so much
That I prefer to hide it
So I let it be
implicit.
Like an idea that hangs around my mind
And has no intention of happening
It may seem weak of me
Let it be a weakness then
The joy that it gives me
goes without me saying.
Yeah...
And if tomorrow is nothing (seemed) like that?
It'll be up to me to choose it
And I will make it...
What I win and what I lose
No one has to know about it
Ooooh, ooooh...
What I win and what I lose
No one has to know about it