I keep having all these conversations in my head,
a girl I'd like to meet, a dream I'm finding hard
to complete.
We bite our nails and like to look far away, we share
laughs, our late night "stop 'till you drop" fests.

The chance, a bus trip to somewhere, a place
where rivers flow, where everything moves comfortably
slow.
We'd like to run into each other someday, strange
occurrences are welcome, a fated event only killed by
my income.

Both agreed that we met in past lives, wreaking childish
havoc and indulging our mind. With song and dance, the
opportunity for something grand.