My name is Sarah
I live on the 32nd floor
And every morning
I see you coming out of the garage
With your forehead glued to the tile.
I see your motorbike go by.
It feels funny to write to you.
I feel funny writing to you.
My name is Sarah.
They say I'm far too wise
But I don't like
Other boys of my age.
This will probably make you smile
I don't have much to say to them.
It feels funny to write to you.
I feel funny writing to you.
You never noticed
That I existed
But I did exist.
When I see you passing in the street
I look down
And my hands shake a little.
My name is Sarah
I live on the 32nd floor.
I don't know why
I drew your face
On a sheet of paper
I shouldn't tell you about it.
I feel funny writing to you.
I feel funny writing to you.
My name is Sarah
I live on the 32nd floor.
I'm already at the end of my page.
I've reached the end of my page.
It's true I should have talked to you
But I didn't dare.
It feels funny to write to you.
I feel funny writing to you.
It's funny to love you.