No, there's nothing too romantic about the way we metnThat's not to say it doesn't make a certain sensenMaybe it's just the kind of people that we arenThat's not to say whether it's right or wrongnIt's not right or wrongnIt's not right or wrongnnThere's no cute story that we tell togethernLaughing and finishing each other's sentences so charminglynTruth is it was all an accidentnJust like it is for everybody elsenBut then again it was all an accidentnJust like the way it is for everybody elsennLater we had toast, took turns sitting on the windowsillnLike two fields of wheatnSent signals cross the kitchen sharp and sweetnnThere's no cute story about the way we metnWe just woke up one day in bednnShouted out for alarm clocksnWhere's the remote control?nPut the blankets and the chairsnAgainst the windows and doorsnAnd stayed close togethernTrying to stay warm, ohnnNow there's nothing too romantic about the way we metnThat's not to say it doesn't make a certain sensenMaybe it's just the kind of people that we arenIt's gone too far to be right or wrongnNow, now, now, now