| 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 | |
| We'll 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 |