The love unknown is like a door
That has never been open.
A room that has never been discovered.
As I glance at the clock wishing it would go faster
My patience grows weaker by the moment.
Waiting and waiting for you to call
So we could spend the night talking about little kid things.
But no it’s my imagination making the best of me.
I don’t know you and you don’t know me.
I don’t have your number, and you don’t have mine.
We don’t talk about kid things late at night.
But yet this secret of mine will always be named as love unknown.