While you sat outside, I was the luckiest guy
You looked through the doorway while I walked by
I got the feeling a million times
Wouldn't be enough of the way you glide
Why does it feel like she's here?
I'm alone with a sky full of stars and
She's sitting by my side
Praying this desire becomes real
Why does it feel?
Why does it feel like she's here?
There's a dotted line that wishful thinking writes
Between infatuation and interested eyes
From a sexy, clumsy, unprepared mastermind
But now I know these questions are only mine
Why does it feel like she's here?
I'm alone with a sky full of stars and
She's sitting by my side
Praying this desire becomes real
Why does it feel?
Why does it feel like she's here?
How could anyone be
Beautiful as she?
This propensity
For being grateful she even knows me
How could anyone be
Beautiful as she?
This propensity
For being grateful she even knows me
Why does it feel like she's here?
I'm alone with a sky full of stars and
She's sitting by my side
Praying this desire becomes real
Why does it feel?
Why does it feel
Like you're here?