Anonymous
JON SCHWABE, TONY ARATA
I wrote our names a thousand times
Just to see yours sitting next to mine
Sent you flowers, cards unsigned anonymous
In days to come like days that passed
My heart beats for you, always has
Though you know me only as anonymous
In dreams at night I carry your books for you
And when I rise a flame for you
Always too shy to carry the whole thing through
Like the light from that eternal flame
Burns for one without a name
My love forever will remain anonymous
Oh you'll always wonder who it was
Who it was
It was just anonymous
Well I wrote our names a thousand times
Just to see yours sitting next to mine
And I sent you flowers cards unsigned
