She's staring at the ceiling
turning all around
she can't know what I'm feeling
now she still astounds
Because I try to be concealing
But she's seen what I have found
Love actually

And now I'm holding her to the ceiling
Falling to the ground
I'm not sure why I'm reeling
mute, without a sound
But does she share the feeling?
Or am I winding down?
Love actually

I hold her in the moonlight
Staring at the stars
We tell ourselve we're just friends
but that can't get us far
Could I be to her
what she is to me?
Love factually
or actually?

We fade into the moonlight
Holding hands as one
Trying to be offered
Can we care for none?
Am I even worth it?
Can it even be?