A bench in a park, a boy on the bench
Next to a girl and silence
It'd be good to talk
But words like a nut are caught in throat
Freezing fingers, cross each other's
Timidly bubble gum-tasting mouth
A galloping heart, serious is the boy
when (he) bows down and speaks, whispering:
I like you so that I'll crack
I like you so that I'll crack
A car in the jam, a wheel in the car
And in the twists of living, crinkled
Hands that drive, with serious holds
And after the decades
Remember the bench, remember the girl,
Remember the words that were spoken
Oh if still, oh if someone
Came and said that
I like you so that I'll crack
I like you so that I'll crack
I like you so that I'll crack
I like you so that I'll crack
And somewhere there's always a park and a bench,
a girl and a boy and silence
It'd be good to talk,
but the words like a nut get caught in throat
I like you so that I'll crack [x10]