See you? I see you, and the more you hide, the more we all know you're
there. And the more you cry, the more your eyes shine, and the more I wish
there were tears for me.
The look of you is truly sensational.
Hear you? I hear you, I hear your cries for silent ones. Every
word you utter lingers in my brain. The more you keep your mouth closed,
the more I can hear your thoughts, and the more I wish you thought of me.
The sound of you is truly sensational.
Feel you? I feel you, even though you're never around, your presence is
felt. How it is your skin is so soft? And the more you slice, gouge, and
bruise your body, the more it feels like silk, and the more I wish that I
was soft to you.
The feel of you is truly sensational.
Know you? No, I do not. You're mysterious, you're silent. I've never seen
a wall as high as yours. And the more I think I've learned about you, the
more you're just a mystery, and the more I wish I could just figure you
out.
The thought of you is, sensational.