Romanticized misconceptions of this precipitous love that you won’t discuss

So the last shred of optimism in me can only hope we are getting set up for something serendipitous

I love who you are here and now but I’m in love with person I know you’ll be

So if this is not fate and it’s destiny I cannot wait to meet them and to succumb to the woman that you’ve become

In that moment of retrouvaille we’ll make the rest up as we’re making out

‘Cause that fire, desire, will have been deep inside us and there’ll be no one to put it out, to put it out