Texte d'origine - Anglais - Notice me, take my hand. Why are we strangers when...

Notice me, take my hand. Why are we strangers when our love is strong? Why carry on without me? Everytime I try to fly I fall without my wings, I feel so small I guess I need you, baby. And everytime I see you in my dreams, I see your face, it's haunting me. I guess I need you, baby. I make believe that you are here. It's the only way I see clear. What have I done? You seem to move on easy.