With a face like that, oh so set in stone,
it is no wonder that he is alone.
He is a tunnel filled with secrets
and I just yearn to explore.

If he wants me so, he ought to know to
chip off the stone until his real face shows through.
He is a Mona Lisa painting
and I'm begging for a smile.

What I request is really not that much
just reveal to me your dreams and such.
He is a scared bird, trusting no one
and I want to make him fly.