Monday, 3:15,
A cold breeze blew that night.
I saw her, didn't speak, but said goodbye.
Like a rooster, that forgot to sing its morning crow,
I woke up without feathers,
But with arrows from Cupid's bow.

To the girl I'd like to meet tomorrow,
Yet I lack the courage to say "hello."
Sadly, love comes but never goes.
To the girl I'd like to meet tomorrow,
From Tom who's heart feels hollow
But you, my heart wants only to follow

The day I lost myself in your...