Papers and pens and parking lots
Bicycle rows, just park the car
People that walk right through you
I see clouds of smoke lingering above your head
Pink Visions swell the memories
The sourness turns to sweet relief
Glimpses of you will longer on into my untouched dreams
Oooh
I don't know you
But I think I do
Ooh, remember me
I don't know why I can say much
You happen to be my silent crutch
I don't think it is fair for me
To speak my mind when you only speak with your eyes
Oooh
I don't know you
But I think I do
Ooh, remember
Oooh
I don't know you
But I think I do
Ooh, remember me
And ooh
Do you want to
Cause I think I do
Ooh, remember me