She sits in the window and stares into space,
And takes in the feeling she'd rather be no other place,
He works on the things he believes will make everything good,
While he tries to be open, but feels that he's misunderstood.

But I'm repeating myself,
Just repeating myself,
I'm repeating myself,
Just repeating myself again.

Is an answer there to see'
Is the forest already in the tree'

Most days she can't wait to see if the sun will come out,
And other days she wants to wait 'til it's behind a cloud,
While he walks beside her, afraid to be thinking aloud,
And all he wants to do is to show her, but she is too proud.

But I'm repeating myself,
Just repeating myself,
I'm repeating myself,
Just repeating myself again.

Will they find it in the breeze'
In the forest' In the trees'
Will they see into each others' eyes'
In the morning' In the night'

But I'm repeating myself,
Just repeating myself,
I'm repeating, I'm repeating,
Just repeating, just repeating myself.

I'm repeating,
Just repeating,
I'm repeating,
Just repeating.