Sitting on the wooden floor,
    I tried to write you a song.
But as I had not yet seen your face,
I could not put feeling into the sound.
   But I knew how I felt, it's just too hard to say
that your angel is someone you don't even know.

And the metronome said "dance,"
So I danced

and my beating heart said "sing" so I sang,

and everything spun around and around,
until dizzy, I fell, back onto the floor...

unsatisfactory, isn't it? a small little girl
with larger emotions than she can hold,
who can't even keep in time with the song.

and I thought to myself, if you could keep time
you could sing my song,
I could dance my dance.

If I held you, we could be more than fragments
we could be more than sound.

if you could keep time,
I wouldn't need an artificial heart,
ticking away the moments spent
trying to write you a song.

So I wrote you a letter,
that I don't think I'll send
I'm not one for words,
as you can probably tell...

but my motions speak loudly
and my song rings clearly
and if you could hear it, I'm quite sure
that you'd want to sing along.