I’m sit ting a cross from you and dream ing of the things I’d do.

I don’t speak; you don’t know me

at all.

For fear of what you might do, I say noth ing but stare at you.

And I’m dream ing; I’m trip ping o

ver you.

Truth be told, my prob lem’s old: you mean the world to me, but you’ll nev er know.

You could be cruel to me;

why go risk ing the way (CN.C.)that I see you,

that I see you,

that I see you,

that I see you,

that I see...

Con ver sa tion’s not me at all.

I’m hes i tat ing, on ly to fall.

And I’m weight ed; I’m hat ing (C5)ev er y one.

Could it be you feel for me, in an y pos si ble sim i lar i ty?

If it’s so, how would I know?

You’ll nev er know me at all, (CN.C.)but I see you, (I’m stand ing but I see you, I’ve dreamt a lone, now but I see you, I’m stand ing but I see you, I’ve dreamt a lone, but I see you, (I’m stand ing a cross from you; I’ve dreamt a lone, now the dreams won’t do.

I’m stand ing a cross from you; I’ve dreamt a lone, but I see you, now but I see you.

Truth be told, my prob lem’s old: you mean the world to me, but you’ll nev er know.

You could be cruel to me;

why go risk ing the way (CN.C.)that I see you, (I’m stand ing but I see you, I’ve dreamt a lone, now but I see you, I’m stand ing but I see you, I’ve dreamt a lone, now but I see you, (I’m stand ing a cross from you; I’ve dreamt a lone, now the dreams won’t do.

I’m stand ing a cross from you; I’ve dreamt a lone, now the dreams won’t do.) now but I see you,

but I see you,

but I see you,

but I see you,

but I see you, but I see you.