I know a little 'bout you or maybe nothing at all. The more I think about it, the more it feels so wrong. So it must be right; I've got hope inside.
The way things are now: mysterious. You must feel so, so curious. Well, so do I; so do I.
When you're listening, are you picturing what I might be like? 'Cause I can picture you and I like it too. Tell me what you're like.
So tell me what you're like but don't tell everything. 'Cause I want this to last and keep things surprising. Yeah, I'll keep guessing.
Yeah I can tell this is getting serious. And I still feel so, so curious. And so do you; so do you.
When you're listening, are you picturing what I might be like? 'Cause I can picture you and I like it too. Tell me what you're like. When you're listening, are you picturing what I might be like? 'Cause I can picture you and I like it too. Tell me what you're like.
When you're listening, are you picturing what we might be like? 'Cause I can picture us but it's not enough. Tell me what you're like; tell me what you're like. What you're like....