I went out looking for you,
But I couldn't find you,
I breathe the same air and feel the same sun,
But I didn't find you,
I thought of what to tell you,
To confess my utter love for you,
To indulge in those fireworks you make me feel,
But I didn't find you.
You see, I did find your house,
Yet I dared not knock on the door,
I felt jealousy, you know, the stupid type,
For I feared someone might be there with you.
I dreamt of your eyes last night,
Of sinking in their caramel beauty,
I reckoned I gotta look for you once again,
To tell you how much I love you,
So I did, but you found me first,
At the door of the restaurant.