Somebody

Its in the air,
everywhere I go.
The birds in the trees
try to tell it to you.
Its even on the air tonight:
Shes singing, If you wanna come with me,
all the things that we could do
think of all the things
that we could do.
Are you coming out tonight,
or is it somebody else youre seeing?
And if theres somebody youre seeing,
would you rather be with me?
The pressure of a name
I know that you live next door,
but else nothing.
I see you sometimes in the hallway:
the magic of two eyes.
Its a moment so short
yet eternal in the stars above,
the making of two
when the sky was young.
What if its meant to be?
What if its so right?
Do you wanna come,
wanna find out?