One day, oh no, maybe not the details, the waters that we sail are draining our souls. You never asked for this, seems like a catalyst came too slow. Now it's a compromise when we're our only sides, who knows? But when you're close to me, when you're holding me, seems like everything makes sense. You were close to me, when you noticed me, I've been different ever since. Amsterdam in 87th, could recall it in a second, memorized all the directions, it was clear. But I'm sure you get the message, did I leave a bad impression? I'm not being indirective out of fear. When you were close to me, when you spoke to me, seemed like everything made sense. Next time you're close to me, when you notice me, that's when everything makes sense.