I met you in the morning
and I loved you from the start
and by the afternoon
You'd already stolen my heart.
And sometimes I feel
that you're a part of me too
as I can see it in your eyes
Everytime I look at you
But when you're away
I miss you so much
because I can barely walk
without you as my crutch.
It could be a meter, or a mile
but it doesn't matter what you say
because as long as I can't touch you
you'll always be half the world away.
I try to imagine, to think and to act
and there's not much I can come up with, just like that.
So I take my time and overtime I produce something new.
I'm proud of it because I didn't just make it for me, I made it for you.
People say actions speak louder than words but that doesn't count for phones
because you can't see what I'm doing and no-body else knows
and it's easier to lie when someone can't see your face
and it's easier to insult someone and call them a disgrace
when you don't think about repercussions, about feelings and love.
But what if a push came to a shove?
Would you tell me how you really feel or would you just lie as usual?