When will I be able to embrace you through the glass?
When will you know that I exist?
When will you know that I never wanted to let you go?
When did I start thinking I'd forgotten everything?
Your gaze from beyond the glass
I clearly saw you on this side of the glass,
Every time I stand by the window, I can see you. You mingle with the dazzling neon lights, just like when I first saw you outside the bar. And then...
