Here


I am here, and I want to talk
But to whom shall I talk, when you’re not here?

‘Cause your eyes are the ones I want to be talking to
And when I look, I want your eyes to be looking too

And I want to call, but only you
And I want to cry, but the tears are for you

‘Cause when I weep I want you to be blue too
And when I walk I want it to be you I am walking to

I am here, and I want you.