From the end of my street
A silhouette like a high-pitched sound
Moves closer, level with my bare eyes
The silhouette, it's a girl
Roaring like a squadron
That overpowers my morale
I look at her, she smiles at me
I drop my guard and my gaze to tell myself
Who squeezes down the aisle
Her stride gives her wings
But I don't dare get carried away
If I ever get close to her
From the middle of my street
The silhouette like a cloud
Slips away without a sound
Everything's jostling in my head
High on the urge to please
It's really not a party
Yet I seem to please her
What have I done to the good Lord
To stay true to this confession
Who squeezes down the aisle
Her stride gives her wings
But I don't dare get carried away
If I ever get close to her
Unreachable like a swallow
High on the urge to please
Still, it's a celebration
The fantasy that can distract
I'm not perfect, I'm not perfect
But I draw a line under that confession
Her stride gives her wings
But I don't dare get carried away
If I ever get close to her
Who squeezes down the aisle
Her stride gives her wings
But I don't dare get carried away
If I ever get close to her
Who squeezes down the aisle
Her stride gives her wings
But I don't dare get carried away
If I ever get close to her