She says: Sorry for the mess, clearly trying to impress
This is nothing, I profess, no worries, you're fine
She rushes to pick up the clothes
that had just been on the floor
We sit on the edge of her bed and we talk for a while

Do you think she has seen
I'm captivated by her speech? Or is she clueless?
Clueless of all of the things I used to say?

Well, I hope she's clueless
I feel no desire to try and explain
But I wonder what it could change

I've been hiding from a friend feelings I've tried to forget
Tell me, could you even imagine the type?
The type to find a way 'round words being said
If I had the guts, I'd go nuts for your hand in mine

Do you think she has been reciprocating everything?
Or is she clueless?
Clueless of all of the things I used to say?

Well, I hope she's clueless
I feel no desire to try and explain

But I wonder what it could change
I wonder what it could change
I wonder what it could change
I wonder what it could change

I wonder what it could change
I wonder what it could change
I wonder what it could change
If she wasn't clueless