He Loves Me

A breeze starts to blow and then what do you
Know, something's different, I can't quite explain.
Like a sound in the back of my brian.
But undefined.
A shift in the light, or the sun just got brighter.
For sure there's a change in the air.
It's like something I wasn't aware I left behind.
He looked at me.
And it wasn't the look I expected.
No, he looked at me like he really could see.
Quietly, but this stranger and I, we connected when he looked at me.
What on earth could that mean?

Has she stood in this spot?
Has she tasted this water?
Has she walked on the bridge?
With her hair blowing in this breeze, I am looking for the light.
I am looking for the light.
I am looking for...

I start to forget what I look like,
And yet, all it takes is one second, one day.
All these things that I've hidden away, one glance reveals.
The ache and the buzz of the girl that I
Was before now, before him, before them.
It's remarkable just to remember how it feels.
Just look at me.
At my hands, at my mouth, at my shoulder.
Talk to me, like there's something to say.
Suddenly, at this minute, I'm not getting older.
Please, just look at me.
And then, please walk away.
Don't offer your hand.
Don't reach for my waist.
Don't lean towards my lips.
Just, please, look at me.