I see you from afar.
Always only saying hi, nothing ever more.
Is it really a matter of our age, something like that is too great for us to overcome?
How do you really feel about me?
Am I a fantasy in your eyes, something that can never some true to you?
Wouldn't that be for me to decide too?
I am standing right in front of you, waiting for you to acknowledge me.
If you were really to look at me and put your fears beside,
we could try something new and it may turn out right.