To cry, to cry, to cry...
I give up trying to be a man...

I love her I think...
But have I ever blinked...

You found a way to cross that line
From dreams to dream-come-true...

My body always says it's time,
But for four more years it's a crime...

It's those butterflies in my stomach when you...
Call it what you want...

My body always says it's time,
But for four more years it's a crime...

You found a way to cross that line
From dreams to dream-come-true...

Every night it is the same
Same dream, same star-gazed wish...

I love her I think...
But have I ever blinked...