From Your Secret Admirer

This is just about having feelings for someone and not being able to tell them.

10 past midnight here.
In a place where sleep is lost.
Only knowing a name.
With pictures in my head.
Feelings grow, touched by ones before.
Its been so cold ever since, but now for you I Thor.
Patient whispers and phone calls.
My excuses to see you, just to say nothing at all.
For everything, Ive come to find.
In this wide-open space.
Ive found nothing, worth anything more then the smile across your face.
These unwritten lines, never by another's eyes.
They cover me inside.
Maybe I can show you, some time?
Show you, when you're mine.
When you're first thing on my mind.
At the dawn of light.
At the eve of night.
If this is how its meant to be.
Then you will never feel the need.