One glance at you, when you sit out there, looking out through window
Sipping your coffee and look lost out there somewhere.
And I’m gazing at you from a safe distance, letting my hopes grow
As you play with the pint of your hair, unaware of the admiring stare.
I can be your longing one, or none of him, might be the stranger you dreamt
I maybe the passing cloud, covering you from the glare of the sun
Or the dark one, who makes the moonlight beautiful, maybe the storm untamed.
‘On the horns of a dilemma’, to take a chance, or sit here and see my hopes burn.
So unsure, if the empty chair next to you, is appealing or uninterested of my intention
If I should listen to my heart, or lie to myself that I am not a fool
Seeking the answer to the eternal question, ‘to be or not to be’, worthy of my attention
Or is it just time, when they say, over the head, let the heart rule.
Should I offer my love on bending knees, or should I just walk up to you and smile?
Or should I just stop myself being a laughing stock and a menace?
As I know, courage and victory don’t walk hand in hand, but maybe side by side for a while
So tell me my sweet, do I take one chance on you, of my one glance?