The lingering touches The walks through parks and The way he looks into her eyes is like no other She wears his sweater He writes her love letters She writes the most beautiful poems about him God, I'm so tired of watching life pass me by I'm so tired of watching love from the outside I want to find my missing piece Take him to England, maybe Greece Someone who fits me like a glove Cause watching him love her, made me want to be loved He makes her breakfast He always checks in And he never forgets how she likes her coffee made At work, he visits Even just for a minute And he'll buy her flowers, even on a random Tuesday God, I'm so tired of watching life pass me by I'm so tired of looking in from the outside I want to find my missing piece Take him to England, maybe Greece Someone who fits me like a glove Cause watching him love her, made me want to be loved I want to find my missing piece Take him to England, maybe Greece Someone who fits me like a glove Cause watching him love her, made me want to be loved Cause watching him love her, made me want to be loved