Love on a zebra crossing...

It wasn't life that I began to need
Wearing my heart and my guts on my sleeve
It wasn't me that you began to pass
It was the shell without match

Bleeding free but no luxury
Looking up to what I could see
Without aim and without feeling
She looked away and I was reeling

Nothing shows when you're crossing
It's just a glance to show who's watching
I can't say what I need
with my heart and my guts on my sleeve

You can't see who's watching
When you're eyes show love on a crossing