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