..Like water passing under the bridge
..You don’t belong and she can’t reach
..Your eyes are closed and in your eyes
..There is a bridge somewhere inside

..Be by her side
..You won’t survive

..Three hundred years from now it seems
..You will still be in her daydreams
..Now, don’t forget, boy, what I’ve said
..There is a long run there ahead

..But, boy, please stop your wild dance
..It’s now and here is your chance
..Ditch all your “friends”, they aren’t that
..And come outside, and take her hand.