Yet, right when I’m next to you,
I feel a great silence inside me;
I can’t even say
‟I love you”.
Yet, right when I’m about to say to you
that you’re such a sweet dream to me,
I can’t even say
‟I love you”.
Like a poet from the 1800s,
I tell it to the moon so that
it may repeat it only to the wind
and the wind may carry it all the way to you.
Yet, all of this is pointless because
right when I’m next to you
I can’t even say
‟I love you”.
Like a poet from the 1800s,
I tell it to the moon so that
it may repeat it only to the wind
and the wind may carry it all the way to you.
Yet, all of this is pointless because
right when I’m next to you
I can’t even say
‟I love you, love you, love you,
love you so much”.