I want to know a word to make you smile
I see you cycling home every morning
I think you work night at the hospital in the town
Every time I see you
I see you with a tear in your eye
I don't know if it's the cold wind that makes you cry
Always a little late, that's why you ride your bike so fast
I have started saying hello to you
Then you smile and nod back to me
back to me
Your eyes are beautiful
But I see a stress in them
I don't know if it's the cold wind that makes you cry
I don't know
I want to know a word to make you smile
