WEEK 27 (And this other song made me do this)

We wait for the moment

We’ll care about how you turn out

But until now

No desire to decipher

The height of your cheekbones

Or the colour of your eyes

Stunned by this indifference

And cautiously pleased

We reserve the right

To wake up one morning

Perfectly obsessed

With your looks

Meanwhile we hope to stay

Just the way we are

Peacefully detached

And already in love with

Just the way you are

But you already know our song