My hand touched yours;
It’s a memory that blows;
Remembering our promises;
Missing your sweet caress;
From where I sit in the bus;
Looking at every new cast;
Maybe you’ll ride with us;
Or maybe takes another pass.
The back that never turned;
And the regrets I burned;
It all collapsed within;
Left me in the bus, wishing.
Twinkle, twinkle little star;
Do you see him from afar?
Could you please do me a favor?
Could you send him back tomorrow?
