July the
twenty-fifth...
Where have you gone?
we used to be friends...
One hundred smiles
a couple hugs...
Everything feels perfect
there is nothing...
We were walking down the street
the night I fell for you...
Have you ever
had that feeling...
Heaven needs a handyman
to fix the broken floor...
I smile and wave
you walk away...
I love
the way your eyes shine...
So I'm sixteen
and I've never been kissed...
Everybody tryin' to say
that I should turn...
I wish I could be
the face you see...