No thanks, close this window
there's no kiss better than an I've-missed-you kiss
the bus stop, she's waiting at the bottom of the steps
and it's the tip-toe reach on a city street
zoom in and rotate around you and me.
we can be invisible here if you wanna be
here in the city that's the one thing that's free
we should be strangers
but we're standing here hand-holding fools.
and it's love but you know it's too early to say it out loud
that privilige restricted to eyes and to hands just for now.
fuck the choir of angels
fuck the orchestra of pipes beneath my feet
all I need is on the sidewalk in between.
she gets excited, she smiles
she looks like a little kid
at the most I would say we're both 15 again
but this time I've got my own place
she's got lingerie
there's no kiss harder than an I'm-gonna-miss-you kiss
I get on the bus and a countdown begins
well making eye contact's a bitch through the bus window tint
so I give up and try to trust
that I'll see you again.