Just one dinner out and one dinner in your place,
why do I feel so attached to you?
Why do I keep thinking of you?
Why do I say you name a thousand times in my dreams?
Why do I want to talk to you so bad that I have to write it all down when I can't?
Why do I remember the thrill on my arm when I accidentally rub yours?
Why do I see the sparkle in your eyes wherever I go?
Why do I hear every word you said as if they are just being said again?

Just one dinner out and one dinner in your place,
the softest spot in my heart was touched like it was never reached before.
You are opening the floodgate of my passion that was closed so long ago.
Yet, I have to try to keep it behind the dyke and from spilling over.
But I can almost see the waves coming, engulfing every particle of my soul.
My heart, my soul, is not with me any more; they are somewhere else,
In that little place filled with pictures of the world, dwelled by an angel.
The agony of missing you is blended with the bliss of discovering;
Every week, every day, every tick of the timepiece, witnesses my sorrow.