Just like that, I was captured.

She is the one who plays the piano.
He is the one who wants to watch.
She is the one who touched his heart.
He made too much of this, of course.

I guess that's all.
They feel so small.

He is the one who wants the crowd to disappear.
She is the one who draws them near.
He is asleep, deep and cynical.
She stays awake to sing sonata.

I guess that's all.
They feel so small.

His dreams are a boat, he's sailing away.
She's just a wreck at the end of the day.
He mails her a letter, he should have burned.

He fell in love with a photograph.
He told her the story, she'd have to laugh.
She feels a distance like a feather.
He's just fool for stormy weather.

I guess that's all.
They feel so small.