I waited For you to appear To take shape My eyes seeking your face or a simple gaze
I waited At the very least for an awkward wave Maybe for an excuse and a quick getaway And I would understand your dilemma Because you’d known me only for a few days
But you had known me for a few days So I waited and resisted the urge to look at my phone again Or scream out your name in despair
I waited For the door to open and you to finally walk in And I waited To take in that radiance, the fragrance, that smile on your face And you’ll never know But I’ll do it all again If this time I wait and you could be there.
There must have been traces, You must have left me signs...
Like shapes in the snow, maybe Or words that only you and I could find, Like cryptic notes on the mirror for me to see Or songs that remind me of a special time
There must have been traces, You must have left me signs... ‘Cause darling, I am just too naive... To have found love, so easily, otherwise!
Do you remember those correction pens? The ones that turned our smudges to whites. Our wrongs to possible, but ugly, rights. The ones that, in a weird sense, turned back time...