Rekindled sparks flew the other night
and I don't know what to do.
Now all I want to do is talk to you
and think of you.
It won't stop, and I seem to not want it to.
The chemistry between us is there.
Outsiders recognize it,
you recognize it, even I do.
I'm scared to start this again.
I would love a relationship,
but you're not the type.
I wish you were, oh I wish you were.
Rekindled sparks flew the other night
and I don't know what to do.
