thinking back to yesterday   a busride home, the starry sky   wishing I'd said everything   or drawn a picture of days gone by      I hope you don't think that I have nothing to say   I'm just tongue-tied   distracted by the pink of your cheeks   as you're walking away      feels like only yesterday   a bikeride home in summertime   you know what's inside my head   and that's just fine, cause now you're mine      I know you don't think that I have nothing to say   I'm still tongue-tied   enchanted by the pink of your cheeks and your smile   as you're walking my way