I'm dreaming of the things I'd do
I don't speak, you don't know me at all
For fear of what you might do
I say nothing
But stare at you
And I'm dreaming, I'm tripping over you
Truth be told, my problem's old
You mean the world to me but you'll never know
You could be cruel to me
Why go risking the way that I see you
That I see you, that I see you, that I see you, that I see you, that I see you
Conversation's not me at all
I'm hesitating, only to fall
And I'm waiting, I'm hating everyone
Could it be...you feel for me?
In any possible similarity
If it's so, how would I know?
You'll never know me at all...
...But I see you...
I'm standing across from you
I've dreamt alone now the dreams won't do
Truth be told, my problem's old
You mean the world to me, but you'll never know
You could be cruel to me
Why go risking the way that I see you
That I see you...