| No there’s nothing too romantic about the way we met. |
| That’s not to say it doesn’t make a certain sense. |
| Maybe it’s just the kind of people that we are. |
| That’s not to say whether it’s right or wrong. |
| It’s not right or wrong. It’s not right or wrong. |
| There’s no cute story that we tell together. |
| Laughing and finishing each other’s sentences so charmingly. |
| Truth is it was all an accident. |
| Just like it is for everybody else. |
| But then again it was all and accident. |
| Just like the way it is for everybody else. |
| Later we had toast, took turns sitting on the windowsill. |
| Like two fields of wheat, sent signals cross the kitchen sharp and sweet. |
| There’s no cute story about the way we met. |
| We just woke up one day in bed. |
| Shouted out for alarm clocks. Where’s the remote control? |
| Put the blankets and the chairs against the windows and doors. |
| And stayed close together, trying to stay warm, oh. |
| Now there’s nothing too romantic about the way we met. |
| That’s not to say it doesn’t make a certain sense. |
| Maybe it’s just the kind of people that we are. |
| It’s gone to far to be right or wrong. Now, now, now, now. |