I'm not a film-star beauty, or a centrefold; I hope you don't sigh
I hope you just come back
Planes, trains and automobiles
nothing will take me to you; I waited for an hour
but finally gave up. I keep thinking I see you
I guess it's not meant to be
I was so sure it was you, but I wasn't meant to see
Sinking waking light
Is it you, or is it me?
I hope we fall, twirling back into daylight
Pianos, toes and fingertips touch
nothing will break me, I waited and cried
but finally, broke free
I guess we're not meant to see
I was so sure It was you, but I wasn't meant to be
Is it you, or me...
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