I think of her all the time
But doubt I really cross her mind
I wonder how she would she describe me if I asked
Would it be with the awe as I'd do when she'd pass

Would she smile at all when she said my name
These thoughts of mine, ****, they fill me with shame
Of her in my jumper, and me in his place
So intimate, they feel ***** to say

What a pointless confession, this one would be
So this soft secret stays safe with me
Though its heavy to hold, and the journey is steep
One of these days, my heart will be free