Knocks at the door Three perfect strangers You included Want an interview I had no answers to your questions My songs were left unsung But now are paths are intertwined Like the string I put on your wrist You were cute But that's irrelevant Your camera remembers my face Like I remember your words Your face And there's string in those beads And a sting on my heart You said I'll see you again And I did Gave you a bracelet you asked for But I want your name Your number Your heart And to see that string on your wrist