Two 'o clock and I wish that I was sleeping;
You're in my head like a song on the radio;
All I know is that I got to get next to you,
Yeah I got to get next to you;
Eirika thought about him all the time. It was fine with her, though, because she liked to think about him. How his deep crimson hair was always messed up, how he smiled at her when she did a complex sword move right… Oh, how she loved to think about him. But not right now, since it was early morning and she couldn't sleep. Eirika just lay in bed, thinking of Seth.
Sitting here turning minutes into hours;
To find the nerve just to call you on the telephone;
You don't know that I got to get next to you;
She thought about going to wake up Tana, and talk about Seth and Ephraim, but it was too early. Tana was never a morning person… So the princess of Renais closed her eyes and imagined Seth, smiling and waving at her. It was nice, how his hair was blown by the wind, all around his face.
Maybe we're friends;
Maybe we're more;
She smiled, her daydream ending. "I wish I could tell him what I think about him… How handsome he is, how sweet he sounds when he's nervous, how when I'm afraid of the war and the killing I listen to his voice and calm down…"
Maybe it's just my imagination,
But I see you stare just a little too long,
And it makes me start to wonder;
Eirika wondered what he thought of her. Was she just a silly child to him, or was she a friend and an equal? Or, maybe, just maybe, something more? She fervently hoped the last one was the truth, but somewhere inside her, she knew that it wasn't going to happen. Still, she couldn't help but dream.
So baby, call me crazy,
But I think you feel it too;
Maybe I, Maybe I,
Just got to get next to you;