in the back yard where you’re standing
eyes can only see the hand in front
you’re never really gone
and when reality starts peeking
into you it feels like weeks then
we’ll forget our goings on
I’m looking at you, I’m looking at you
you can’t see me can you? you can’t see me can you?
I’m looking at you, I’m looking at you
well I don’t know what to do when I’m looking at you