You

Standing on the bus stop. Nothing else, just music in my head. Waiting for the transport that will bring me home, Just thinking of my bed. Feeling sad and broken, looking at the people Passing by. Searching for the faces that will bring me high, Bring me high. Whoa, whoa. Was it you? Was it you? Was Was it you? Was it you? Was it you? Oh, was it you? Was it you? Was it you? Was it you? Was it you? Was it you? Music start to swing me right To left and circles leaves no trace. One look, just one look got me keeping glitter Off my face. Face to face, look to look. I twist around and keep my eyes on you. My head is going crazy, spinning coin, Spinning coin. It's you. Whoa, whoa. Was it you? Was it you? you? Was it you? Was it you? Was it you? Oh, was it you? Was it you? Was it you? Was it you? Was it you? You? People getting crowd and I cannot run or cram. Heart pressing forward, but I cannot see around. Oh, was it you? Was it you? Was it you? Was it you? Was it you? Was Oh, was it you? Was it you? Was it you? Was it you? Was it you? Was it you? Oh, was it you? Was it you? Was it you? Was it you? Was It you? Oh, was it you? Was it you? Was it it you? Was it you? Was it you?