OFTEN, The Sunday Drivers

Can you feel my heart? You have it in your hands, How do you hear me talking all my trash?

Do you like my ways? Do you still love my face? Do you think it´s dreadful when I say...

I think of you often, have you forgotten, the way you looked at me when we met?

Do you think I'm dreamy? or do you mean scared? Have much are you saving? You are so brave.

How to talk to the deaf? And how to talk in bed? How long to realize that makes no serise?

I think of you often, have you forgotten, the way you looked at me when we met?

May I ask a question? But take in it's sense, Can´t I touch your nape? It won´t hurt.

Inside of me, is easy to see, when you find it out, please show it to me.