People milling all around
Blaring noise and deafening sound
Essence of lives are everywhere
I guess it might do me good to care
But I sit and stare with gaping mouth
The world goes in one ear and then back out
Things left and right, below and above
But I don't notice -- I'm in love
He's no idea what that gentle brush
That subtle teasing, that simple touch
Can do to me; I'm such a child
Letting a dream drive me so wild