| Meetings arranged, they say, never work out
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| I say we’ve proved them wrong without a doubt
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| I can’t remember now just what we said
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| I never could have guessed what lay ahead
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| As I ran towards you up the stairs
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| Did a voice in my ear cry, «Beware»?
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| Even now I’m surprised you recall
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| Such a short time it took me to fall
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| Pretending that my heart still lay elsewhere
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| When in truth I had long ceased to care
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| For what I thought I’d never replace
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| 'Til in my heart you left him no space
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| You say, you wonder what was it I saw?
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| I say «Oh, I don’t recall anymore»
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| My first impressions have been left behind
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| Replaced now by feelings and more lost in kind
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| Sure that you know but you never can tell
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| When I think I understand you so well
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| Shakes me that you were a constant surprise
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| Or so you appear in my eyes
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| Tempting to think now it will all be plain sailing
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| Old enough now to know there’s no such thing |