On a Sunday, two dreamers,
A small town, a little money,
A gold heart, and a basket of sweets,
Could she be happy (could she be happy),
Could she be sincere (oh-oh-oh),
Could this be true love because it feels so real.
Waiting till the timing's right
To tell her how he feels inside,
But will I, how can I,
I have to let her know,
When he said" I love you, girl, "
He caught her with her eyes half-opened,
But did he, he loves me,
I think I feel it, too
A few years later, up all night,
Making conversations in a car,
Left it running to keep out the cold, [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/b/brightwood/wide_open.html ]
Could we belong here (could we belong here),
Could he be the one (oh-oh-oh),
Could this be forever because it feels so real.
Waiting till the timing's right
To tell her how he feels inside,
But will I, how can I,
I have to let her know,
When he said, "I love you, girl,"
He caught her with her eyes half-opened,
But did he, he loves me,
I think I feel it, too
When I said, "I loved you, girl,"
I said it with my heart wide-open,
But will I, how can I,
Yeah, there's no turning back,
Stay with me forever, girl,
Because I could never be without you,
Forever, I'll love you,
Just say you love me, too.