Limerence

She walks here on sundays
So close yet so far away
She moves like a sunset
All eyes on her

And she's entitled to
And she's entitled to

Let me see her
I hang around the bus stop
All the trees bow down

She's not in a hurry
Smiles back for the fun of it
She points at the skyline
Like it's hers to take

And she's entitled to
And she's entitled to

Let me see her
I hang around the bus stop
All the trees low down

Let me see her
I hang around the bus stop
All the trees low down