I want to have lunch with you.
I want to sit and listen to you chew as we talk
About the immature thoughts our hearts sometimes harbor.
I want to think with you,
I don't want to wonder what your mind thinks when I may not be with you
I want to sit with you
Listen to our lips talk about the fluttering love we may someday make
Dancing heartbeats we fight so hard to conceal
Dashing eyelids we roam around to avail
Them from meeting one another's
I want to just gently tip your hand as we sit
Knowing that this is real
Before me right now
Not one of the premature pleasures
My heart has let my mind wonder in my private hour
I want to know that yes, you are here before me
And it is I, who sits with you as you eat
And it is you, who longs to watch me beofre you.
So let's have lunch, shall we?