Knocking on an open door
it doesn't feel like coming home
i look around and watch my steps

one glimpse of you - and i go back

my peppermint, my sweetest thing

you cannot lose cause i can't win
it must be hard to tell a lie
when i ask “what is on your mind”


from the outside you are sweet
but you hold my hand to fight

sentimental times

careful when you look for more

adjust the vision of your scope
it's kind of sad to see
you’re all i need but i am incomplete


my peppermint, my sweetest thing
you’ll never lose cause i can’t win

you took my heart and that is fine
do it over if you forgot why


from the outside you are sweet
but you hold my hand to fight
sentimental times