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