Blind love

Waiting on my own
I see the moon take off
you are late once more,
your car just zooms in
you park in the street
and come rushing to me
your apologetic face
is something I don't want to see
but somehow you're so clumsy
that I find it so cute
and without me knowing
I'm smiling to you.

This is maybe
what people call blind love

Waiting on my own
I think of us both
and somehow your face
pops up from a hole
and I find your clumsiness so cute
I forgive you all,
I don't think I should let you
fool me once more

Maybe this is
what people call blind love.

Walking down the street
holding hands with me
you want to make up for it
and buy me everything
is not like I care
you are enough for me
but somehow trying so hard
you just look so cute
that without knowing it
I'm laughing hard at you
and your confused face
just makes me laugh more.

This is maybe
what people call blind love

Walking with you

I think of us both

and somehow your face

pops up from a hole

and I find your confusion so cute

I forgive you all,

I don't think I should let you

fool me once more

Maybe this is
what people call blind love

And when the time comes
to say goodbye and leave
you reach out to me
and you won't let it be,
begging for some more
for just one more kiss
I find your urgent need
so, so very cute
I don't want to let you go
and I find myself riding in your car
scaping from the sun
to the endless dawn.

This is maybe
what people call blind love

Riding in your car

I think of us both

and somehow your face

pops up from a hole

and I find your readyness so cute

I forgive you all,

I don't think I should let you

fool me once more

Maybe this is

what people call blind love

Blind love...

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