You ask me what I like
Your eyes, bright
And you can tell I'm shy
But I can't tell you why.

Royal blue and silver
Would send my spine a shiver
And quill my silent quiver

And I would pull your chair out
But my mind is full of doubt
Because I'm not sure how this all goes about

I'm not sure which side to stand
But you ask for my hand
And we're walking over sacred land
And we like the same kinds of bands

I want to seem worthwhile
So I contemplate my style
And I search through my minds file
While you tell me the heritage of your title

It's on the tip of my tongue
The days of when I was young
And I want to tell you the words I'd spun

But you tell me my eyes make your heart run
And all the things your family does for fun

And somehow
I want to talk about that
And remember
That it's in the past
Because the way your eyes look at mine has my mind
Wondering if something could finally last.