let's touch lips
slowly one on one
will you think of me
or will she come to mind

at the stroke of twelve
will you be waiting
at the endless staircase
in hopes i'm waiting there

and if i ran away
will i be the chase
you never give up
until once founded

will the rain be pouring
on a dark saturday evening
with you waiting outside
with an umbrella and roses

what will it be
when it comes
down to her
and i