Call you on the phone
can see her walking by
Light clicking when her feet
meet the tiling of the street.
Curling brown is to embrace
the sweetness of her face.
Steady eyes searching me.
Ocean blue is what I see.
Swings and moves with grace
to the rhytme of her pace.
Chin proudly in the air,
Brings me to a silent stare.
And this brave heart of mine
dare not ask her for a wine.
Or should I call her on the phone,
so I can talk to her alone.
I looked at her for days,
focused on her ways.
Growing old and never try
to get in touch, because I'm shy.
Suddenly she looks at me,
asking me if I am free.
Don't have to call her on the phone
Tonight I won't be that alone.
Tekst en muziek: Ton van der Winden