Ray is singing of Waterloo bridge
while i'm walking in the street
the bus is coming and i dream of us
the rain falling seems like dust
Every morning is like a big blank page
that's the good of being young
i'm barefoot in my room thinking of you
outside the daisies and the sun
I know you think that we should stay apart
but our smiles are linked to our hearts
a different way is really hard to find
'cause i can't seem to get you out of my mind.
