When you walk away,
I count the steps that you take.
Wishing you'd turn to look at me.
But you never do.
When you smile at me,
I wonder what you'd say,
If you knew that out of million things to think about,
I'd always be thinking only of you.
"Maybe the purpose of life, Isn't a definite aim, But, to stumble upon a place, That numbs... Mais
When you walk away,
I count the steps that you take.
Wishing you'd turn to look at me.
But you never do.
When you smile at me,
I wonder what you'd say,
If you knew that out of million things to think about,
I'd always be thinking only of you.