| On a hot city day
|
| When your white shirt turns to grey
|
| That’s when she’ll arrive
|
| When you look how you feel
|
| Someone steps upon your heel
|
| That’s when she will come
|
| Listen now
|
| I’m not saying that there will be violins
|
| But don’t be surprised if they appear
|
| Playing in some doorway
|
| Still I can’t believe that this is happening
|
| We’re such unlikely lovers
|
| Though no one seems to notice as they hurry by
|
| Ask me what I’m thinking, and I won’t deny it
|
| Can you believe it’s happening?
|
| Can you believe it’s happening?
|
| There were no magic spells
|
| You can keep the flowers and bells
|
| They just don’t seem right
|
| Can it actually be?
|
| Me and you and you and me
|
| Though we’re like day and night
|
| Listen now
|
| I’m not saying that there will be violins
|
| But don’t be surprised if they appear
|
| Playing in some doorway
|
| Still I can’t believe that this is happening
|
| We’re such unlikely lovers
|
| Though no one seems to notice as they hurry by
|
| Ask me what I’m feeling, and I won’t deny it
|
| Can you believe it’s happening?
|
| I am bewildered
|
| Can you believe it’s happening?
|
| Somebody help me
|
| Can you believe it’s happening? |