She's walking fast through the alleys
With her face all bright
He didn't say that he thought she was beautiful
But she felt it
As she leaves, her body feels soft1
And her heart is smitten
He didn't say that he thought she was beautiful
He made her pretty
He's running his hands through her hair
He's sitting up and looking at her
The world is still the same as before they had met
The same as before she sets sail
In her words, in her empty gestures
In her history
They will later talk
About that first encounter
One glance is enough
One glance
It's not the kind of dance they had planned
But all romances have got a beginning
That start with how I met you
I knew
I knew
They left, but their minds
Have not let go of each other
They reconciled their wishes
In a few stolen moments
And even if it makes no sense
There's is something missing
All that for a lucky strike
A success
It's all they can think of now
All
It's not the kind of dance they had planned
But all romances have got a beginning
That start with how I met you
I knew
I knew
There will be memories
Moments of pleasure
And time enough to build an empire for two
To grow old
It starts with how I met you
I knew
I knew
It's not the kind of dance they had planned
But all romances have got a beginning
That start with how I met you
I knew
I knew
But all romances have got a beginning
That start with how I met you
I knew
I knew
1. "voyelle" means "vowel"; I probably got that metaphor wrong but I figured it refers to how words with many vowels sound "softer"