It flies overhead as though by magic
Knowing I'm under the same sky as you
It's paints the night with a touch of wonder
You speak and I swing between hope and despair
Keeping time to the melody in my heart
What do people call this feeling?
Something so rare...it must have a name
Maybe they call it being in love

Watching her watch herself in the mirror
Realizing she's finally seeing someone
That's worthy of the love
That she spent on others unworthy
Indecisions, indecisions
Always chasing something different
I, I'm indifferent so indifferent
Can't keep up with all these niches
At least we're coming closer with these O's and X's