Texty: Day One. Truly Madly Deeply.

It was a windy day outside the cafe
He was drinking coffee, she was sipping Chardonnay
And the were both from different walks of life
Hers, a better life, his, a harder life

He walked his rhythm in worn leather shoes, the sole split
Down in an old leather jacket
She walked her rhythm in designer shoes, expensive
Her style got it, bother, quite overdressed

And then it happened
Looking at each other imagine us as lovers
Those unsaid words were only said inside
It felt right so stepped to her and said to her

"Leave with me and compete with me
Leave with me and be complete with me"

As they walked, there was a silence between them
And silence is that counts for words
She looked into his eyes
Romanticized his whole life

He had that look that he was foreign
Get up and smoke and spoke his words like a baron
He was unshaven, had a cravin' for danger of a stranger
Looked like he had it in his nature

And she said, "What are you thinking
What are you thinking about?
What are you thinking
What are you thinking about?"

And he said, "The difference between thinking and talking
Is that talking is the expression of thought
And thought is the unexpressed idea
So if I wanted you to know, I would've said it, not thought it

She said, "You can't think enough"
He said, "You could think too much
You can think up a dream
But there's no dream that you can touch"

"But I can touch you, so you must be true"
And said again
That I can touch you, so you must be true
And said again

And said again
It was a windy day outside the cafe
He was drinking coffee, she was sipping Chardonnay
And the were both from different walks of life
Hers, a better life, his, a harder life

He walked his rhythm in worn leather shoes, the sole split
Down in an old leather jacket
It was a windy day outside the cafe
For she was sipping Chardonnay, mmm