I see you there,
yet I can't speak.
Cos to look in your eyes,
just makes me weak.
My tongue gets so tied,
and the words disappear,
the ones that I want,
to whisper in your ear.
The ones that would tell you,
just how I feel,
not the ones I make up,
but the ones that are real.
And yet when I see you,
I turn walk away.
So you have no idea,
I'm too frightened to say,
that you're all I think of,
and how I fantasize,
that one day you'll sit there,
and look in my eyes.
And holding my hand,
you'll make me feel strong,
and give me the courage,
to know right from wrong.
All the doubts in myself,
that are holding me back,
the feelings of inad-
aquecy and lack.

On the bus on the way home,
and sat in the park.
I dream of a meeting,
with you and a spark,
that goes off between us,
and you feel it too.
It would certainly make this,
easier to do.

But the chances of that,
are incredibly low.
To meet you,
I dont even know where to go.
So I sit on the bench,
in the park and I write.
Dreaming that one day,
one day you just might,
happen to be ,
in a place we can meet.
Maybe here in the park,
or out there on the street.
That I'll have courage to speak,
and together we're drawn.
So we'll talk to each other,
and romance is born.

We'll find a small cafe,
drink coffee and tea.
I'll ask about you,
and you'll ask about me.
And we'll be there all day,
or as long as it takes,
surrounded by teacups,
coffee and cakes.
And time will fly by,
like you wouldn't even know.
and the man at the counter,
will ask us to go.
He's already stayed open,
that little bit late,
but now it's nine thirty,
and he closes at eight.
With a wink of his eye,
says he knows where we are,
at the start of a journey,
he hopes will go far.
So as we walk out together,
into the night,
I look in your eyes,
and ask we might,
continue tomorrow,
this thing that we do.
Where you ask about me,
and I ask about you.