Putting down your phone
Somber
Weeping, putting on
Pullover
Planning up your day
As always
Everything’s okay
Almost…
But if you look inside your heart,
I’m waving
And if you turning out your mind
You’ll fail
Well it’s all in my head
All in my head
I’m doing my hair
Cutting your scent
All in my head
All in my bed
People get amused
At you passing
Picture could be used
‘Grass’s green’
Sitting in your bus
Groggy
City’s drinking dusk
Watching
And if you walk towards the door
It opens
But in the twilight roads are more
Obscure
Well it’s all in my head
All in my head
I’m doing my hair
Cutting your scent
All in my head
All in my bed
April afternoon
Sleeping
Something in your chest
Sweetened
Turning on your side
Gazing
Feeling someone’s hand
Amazing
Hope it’s my hand
Hope it’s my hand
I hope it’s my hand…