There are love stories that never end,
that hide around the corner from you,
that dance on just one foot,
that row with one oar, that drink without thirst.
There is space, there is pain, there is desire,
floating hearts full of holes,
there are kisses that were shared, stolen, chosen,
a thousand smoke signals between lost lovers,
Loves for just a moment, without time nor arrangement,
laws of gravity without falling,
scars without wounds,
farewells, welcomes,
those that tend to walk down the same street.
There are so many choices
for you and me on that day, to meet, to meet, to meet.
It was your life's story,
that crossed mine.
So many people, so many people out there
to meet that day. (x2)
To meet, to meet.
There are stories on the brink
ones you would look for in a chest, those of a principle.
There are nights without hot flashes,
Tears without princesses nor broken mirrors.
There are revolts between hearts,
roles for two lips without pawns.
Sweat, temptation, dates without flowers
filled with passion in frozen parks,
lurking neon lights.
Conforming platonic loves
beds without truces or confessions,
soldiers of love without rifles
aimed at targets of sensitive hearts
So many choices
for you and me that day, to meet,
to meet,
to meet.
It was your life's story,
that crossed mine.
So many people, so many people out there
to meet that day. (x2)
There are stories of lovers
in the trenches
who fight the daily battle
of this uncertain science.
Looking for an opening
of someone's open heart,
looking for love.
Hey, listen to me,
solely you and me,
solely you and me.
Hey, to meet today, hey. (x2)