I have seen a thousand suns rise.
I have chased the stars across the sky.
I've seen the dark side of the moon,
Reflected in the darkness of your eyes.
You smiled at me once,
And I remember the way it felt.
Like the gentlest sprintime sun,
Shining down on only me.
So would you think me crazy,
If I said I'd had to find you?
The feeling grew and grew until,
It seemed it would carry me away.
Now I stand here, silent, still,
At the edge of a held breath.
Afraid to move a single inch,
That I might miss my chance,
To hear your voice again.
So call me crazy if you will,
You wouldn't be the first.
You're a mystery leading me astray,
Disrupting what little sanity I had.
Come and see me sometime, boy,
I want you to smile at me again.