On Demand Lyrics

I pressed my Hand on this window to hold you, But nothing moved, except the bus, In every minute that I told you, The plans I had, had for us, It is strange we go through, When my heart beats on demand, I pressed my hand on this window to hold you, (but it was to cold to) Nothing moved except the bus, In every minute that I told you, The plans I had, had for us, My heart beats on demand, I play treats on demand, and it seems to be fun, but my heart beats on demand, Had we the best time we could have? Was your face a part of me? Could I fall in love instead? Or do I believe what I see?