So I met this woman the other day Her voice was sweet, and I don't know her very well, but I know I'm not so incomplete I feel estactic - in fact - not so pathetic as I did the day before Half past the hour, straight from my shower, a voice fills the air It says I should trust no one under the sun, but heaven's not under the sun..... In my sleep, I dream of the day when everyone in the room will disappear Where there's the two of us , and we're drawn near Proceed with little fear This could be the year that love whisper's in my ear
