In a thrift store, I saw her standing there
Black nails and eyeliner, a mystery so rare
Our eyes met, a connection so deep.
Butterflies took flight, my hearts skipped a beat
In her pretty eyes, I see the stars, I don't want the sun to rise
And when you are here, I disappear, in your voice, it's all I hear
Now she's gone (now that she's gone), the sun is rising yet again
Time to move on (time to move on), see you later my friend
Just a memory (memory) to be replayed
When the moon is arriving, and night falls
In her pretty eyes, I see the stars, I don't want the sun to rise
And when you are here, I disappear, in your voice, it's all I hear