A thousand years of searching
Not a single day wasted
Leading up to this moment
Looking in your eyes
The answer is in there somewhere
It's hiding in your freckles
Maybe I can connect the dots
Draw myself a key
Hope it's the one to unlock your heart
Maybe for one hot minute
Maybe for two
That depends on how many bobbie pins I can find
Find them before you do
Keep imaginations from running wild
Maybe bring reasons oozing to the surface
Reasons to run and hide in India
Become a dabbawalla
Become a monk
Throw the label maker in the trash
Avoid track records
Keep trying to connect the dots
But you're point will be made
Mine will be glossed over
Put it in a frame and hang it above the mantle
Display it like a trophy
Bar conquest becomes bar fling
Then I run out of dots to connect
But I keep trying
Always trying to connect the dots
The dots that are hiding in your freckles
There's a key in there somewhere
But my glasses keep falling off
The big picture is blurry
But I don't see myself in it
Even though I clean up nice
My pens running out of ink
Making it harder to connect the dots
Treat me like a trick
I'll still find you beautiful
You'll always be a perfect cherry blossom
A thousand years searching
Not one of them was wasted
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