Tine ticks and time tocks.
But my love for him will never stop.
Fire is hot and ice is cold, as he gives me his hot hand to hold.
He loves me, but only as a friend.
I love him as well, but my trend will never end.
I want to be heard, and I want to be seen,
But he won't open his eyes up, enough to be free.
We will soon enough fly together like two birds,
Amongst the blue sky, like two hearts,
Coming together as a whole.
