IT'S NOT NICE, IT'S BRILLIANT

I looked up into the sky
I thought I catched your eye
you reminded me
there's nothing to see
but maybe you are wrong
baby, I could come along
that would be quite fair
when you're never here

and it should, it should be winter now
but my mind is still june
and you should, you should
have given me your wings by now
so I could catch your eye