• To the one whose voice is string,
    reeling me in for more and more.
    To the one my thoughts are circling,
    as I'm walking out the door.

    To the picture on my desk smirking,
    to the one I can't ignore.
    To the one my thoughts are circling,
    as I'm walking out the door.

    For in my mind the keys are working,
    I think of naught but he-I-adore,
    the one my thoughts are circling,
    as I'm walking out the door.

    Colors wildly dancing and berserking,
    and your form will take the floor.
    For you're the one my thoughts are circling
    as I'm walking out the door.