Ever since she stole my sense and sentenced me to life Overnight, sentences don't come out right Might just bite her, best decide to write to get in touch Still I doubt, when or how to ask her out Without asking way too much I don't know what to say She reminds me of the future And foreign countries We could choose any plane Trust the world or make a hideout It doesn't matter... "Dance?" She Said, "I can't," I said, "I'd like to but I won't." "Fine," She said, "What else can you show me now?" I stayed quite polite there all night just to hide that what I want Is her kiss, but that's asking way too much I don't know what to say She reminds me of the future And foreign countries We could make other plans And get used to Barcelona It doesn't matter Almost Helplessly young Wake up crying for no reason except the music Almost helplessly old Find it hard to be surprised but It doesn't matter.