First day, crowded room Pages folded, pens in line You sit two rows over Sunlight in your hair like a sign My notebook's just a map To where I lose my place One look and the lesson's gone I only see your face I tell myself it's small It's silly, it's not real But every small distraction Has the force of how I feel Who are you? Who makes the day feel lighter just by walking by? Who are you? Who turns a classroom into something high? Who are you? Why does the world shrink down when you're around? Hello Hello You laugh at something quiet Teacher keeps on talking loud I trace the way you tilt your pen I hide it in the crowd I write a hundred questions That I never will address All the courage in my pocket Is a key I don't possess I practice lines I'll never say I rehearse a stupid joke But when the bell cuts through the air I freeze and choke Who is that girl? So beautiful like summer wrapped in blue Who is that girl? Who puckers light and shadows into truth Who is that girl? Whose shadow fits the corner of my smile Lunch line, sideways glances Courage in a paper cup I move like slow motion Toward the moment to interrupt You drop a book I bend to help Your hand touches mine The tiny shock is honest Simple, blunt, and right on time The classroom spins with ordinary things But suddenly they're art I memorize that fingerprint of laugh lines And the way you start Could this be love Or just a light that flares and passes through? Could this be love A dangerous bright ping that knows my view Could this be love Or just a story I will tell someday? Who are you? Who makes the day feel lighter just by walking by? Who is that girl? So beautiful who paints the hallways with her smile Could this be love Or just a moment that will teach me how to try? Who are you? Who is that girl? Could this be love? Tell me Stay a while