She is walking quickly
Like there's some place she must be
In her eyes, there's no one
There is no one she needs
He sits with his paper
At a Sunday table
Just another morning
She steps into his gaze
He looks at her
She looks at him
For a moment, there is nowhere she is going
He looks at her
She looks at him
For a moment, they could almost fall in love
Not a word is spoken
No touch, no heart broken
Just another morning
Of a beautiful day
He looks at her
She looks at him
For a moment, there is nowhere she is going
He looks at her
She looks at him
For a moment, they could truly fall in love
He looks at her
She looks at him
For a moment, there is nowhere she is going
He looks at her
She looks at him
For a moment, there is stillness in the world, turning
World turning round
Around
Around
