In the crowd, I face the stage. She faces me, with her eyes closed. She opens her eyes.
I ask, “What are you looking at?”
She says, “Just you.”
I ask, “What do I look like?”
She says, “Flashing lights.”
In the crowd, I face the stage. She faces me, with her eyes closed. She opens her eyes.
I ask, “What are you looking at?”
She says, “Just you.”
I ask, “What do I look like?”
She says, “Flashing lights.”