I see the boy who lives next door
Walking out his yellow door
Heading for the well
I wonder what he’s wishing for
Does he ever see my face?
Walking around this crowded place
In my mind he’s very smart
Reading books in central park
I wonder if they ever cross his mind
Does he see my face, while he’s stuck in another place?
Did he even notice I wore yellow just for him? or am i just creating more fiction?
Can he feel me around, i want him to know that i’ll be around
Did hе even notice i was rеading across from him?
Or is he too devoted to his fiction?
I see the boy who lives next door
Walking out his yellow door
Heading for the well
I think I’ve seen this scene before
Oh, I would do anything for the boy with the yellow door
Even if I’m not the thing he’s throwing pennies down the well for
Just to get a glimpse into his storyline
Just to see a world where maybe he is mine
And it’s fine
He’ll never notice
I see the girl who lives next door
I’m walking out my yellow door
And heading for the well
Where she’s the one I’m wishing for
Does she ever see my face?
Walking around this crowded place?
In my mind she’s into art
She finds it here in central park
Where I’m deep in the spine, of a novel that I’ve yet to find
Does she ever see my face?
While I’m stuck in this fake place
Does she even notice how I peek over the lense?
Or is she just admiring the nature?
I see the girl who lives next door
I’m walking out my yellow door
And heading for the well
To make the same wish as before
Can she feel that I’m around?
I want her to know that I’ll be around, oh
Did she even notice that I’m reading a work of art?
Or is she too devoted to her painting?
Oh, I would do anything for the girl who lives next door
She’s the one beautiful thing I’m throwing pennies down the well for
Just to get a glimpse into her lovely mind
Just to see a world where maybe she is mine
And it’s pathetic
She’ll never notice
I see the boy who lives next door
Walking out his yellow door
Heading for the well
I wonder what he’s wishing for
Does he ever see my face?
Walking around this crowded place
Did he even notice I wore yellow just for him? or am i just creating more fiction?
And it’s pathetic
She’ll never notice, oh
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