Tell me a story of you late last night
A hundred and one guys who wanna make it right for you
But still you don't believe that any of them care
I watched from my window but you didn't see me there

So familiar and naïve
You're blind to your looks but I can see
Of all the questions you asked me
"Tell me friend, do you still believe?"

"So what do you really think of me?"
She's looking back I slightly turned my head
"When you turn and look at me that way"
I won't go back on all the things I said
"What is it that you really feel?"
Don't tell me you don't feel this way
"Can you tell I really want to stay"
Can you tell I really want to stay

I took a journey to your house yesterday
A voice in my head said I'd better stay away from you
But still I wanted to know exactly how you feel about us
I don't regret it now