I fell for her before
she knew it.
Now that sheknows, but knew
it all along.
I’ll make it up,I’ll live a life
I’ll work it allout, every moment,
every kiss, every hug,
Every kid, every spelling bee,dentists and college,
I’ll imagine it all.
Yet, she’ll never,know, cause, it’s
not the same.
She’ll never seemy fingers fly over
She’ll never heareverything I have to say,
over and over again, and over.
I’m a passing fancy that met apassing fancy, whose fancy wasn’t
all that fancy.
But I wish I was old,and she was old with me,
and we could look back
on the day.
The day,the past,
the light,the sound,
Before I knew,
before what's known.