Andy Alexandre Marcel - Recognition lyrics

I don't know her. She just happens to be this girl that I see Every day, every single day Whether it's snowy, windy, rainy, stormy, I just know That when the clock display shows 3:19 PM, we share the same air. We share the same space, we share the same energy I've never caught her looking at me, but I sure as hell know, she's caught me looking at her, and no that's not the same thing. She's pretty, sure, and I - I liked seeing her. Everyday, she's the only familiar face among many. I've never spoken to her, she's never had a phone call around me I don't know what she sounds like, the tone of her voice I have no idea how she smells, that I truly wish I knew I wish I knew which fragrance she carried with her That, can tell you a lot about someone But I don't know this girl But I've seen her cry, I've seen her smile I've seen her pant, I've seen in all possible outfits For any situation I've seen her possibly, at her worst, and at her best Sometimes it's just me and her, and the driver. But in this bubble, he doesn't exist. I'm not sure that I did either, to her. She was an absorbed person, very secluded But you could tell she had friends, she didn't look lonely She was alone all the time, but she didn't look lonely. So I don't know her, I'm not sure she realized the nature of... Our relationship? If that's what you would call it. I don't know if she took in the fact that she, also, saw me Every day, and when my days were bad, really bad, I took comfort in Knowing that if I waited long enough, I'd see her face. Hell, even when it's an holiday, she manages to hop in. It felt like consecutive streaks of luck. Seeing her. I could tell you her what she looks like, her face is etched in my mind Because unlike other people, I found it hard to take her for granted Because I believed it was sheer luck to see her every single day. It didn't feel like routine, it felt like bliss. And now you're telling me that she's gone, And it hurts me to think that, yes, she wasn't mine. In the sense that, she belonged to life, she belonged to nature, to biology But in no way, shape or form, was she mine. Except perhaps, a faint illusion, a light sketch of something you would call friendship. Taking the bus will never be the same anymore, officer.