Your face reminds me of what falling in love feels like,
so foreign
the touch I don't remember yet cannot forget,
You were so busy in knocking at the closed door
You didn't see I kept my window open
~ I wanted you back, but trying wasn't your thing.
Your face reminds me of what falling in love feels like,
so foreign
the touch I don't remember yet cannot forget,
You were so busy in knocking at the closed door
You didn't see I kept my window open
~ I wanted you back, but trying wasn't your thing.