I nearly thought that maybe she Could be the one to set me free. I went and fell again - There´s just something about her, I guess.
I wonder, did she know? I wonder, did it show? And now she´s gone again, Seems we´re not meant to be friends. And now she´s gone again. And now she´s gone again.
Watching headlights far away,
Aching at the close of the day, Walking and wishing she Were sharing the evening with me.
And I recall silently not sleeping. And I recall her wet hair in the morning. And I recall the distance I was keeping. And I recall a birthday kiss she gave me, Two journeys to her flat when it was just me,
And, in her car, to the radio her singing. I recall the attention I was paying.
I wanted friendship, wanted closeness - Around her I was hopeless. I´d catch myself and feel a fool - It´s such a different world in which she moves.
I wonder, did she know? I wonder, did it show? I wonder, did it show? And now she´s gone again, Seems we´re not meant to be friends, And memories like these, they´re what I have left - Memories that, stupidly, I never will forget. Memories like these: a birthday card somewhere; I could tell she was awake,
She wanted, too, to break the silence - If we´d have talked into the night, Would that have made a difference?