And when the rain falls on the window,
do you think of me like I think of you?
Do you wonder where I’m lying,
what I’m reading, thinking, writing,
and whether maybe,
just… just maybe,
I’m smiling for you too?

And when the water ripples behind you,
do you think of me like I think of you?
Do you wonder whether I’m breathing,
or if the air sticks in my throat, and kick harder,
and whether maybe,
just… just maybe,
I’m racing for you too?

And when songs play so quiet at night,
do you think of me like I think of you?
Do you wonder whether I remember you,
and if I can sing every word by heart, smiling,
and whether maybe,
just… just maybe,
I’m singing for you too?

And when you reach to tickle me,
do you think of me like I think of you?
Do you wonder if lightning shoots up me,
and if my smile is more than that,
and whether maybe,
just… just maybe,
I’m laughing for you too?

And when another’s face comes to focus again,
do you think of me like I think of you?
Do you wonder if maybe things are different now,
and maybe I’ve been playing games, and lying,
and whether maybe,
just… just maybe,
I’m crying

for

you

too?