Do you believe in signs that whisper inside your mind 'till you have to follow through, leading you home again to someplace you've never been? Well I feel that way for you. For how can it be true, the first time I see you, I look into your eyes, and suddenly I knew you all my life.
Don't we have all that time: treasure that's yours and mine, and a place that we call home Don't we have photographs taken a long time back of the seasons we have known?
I know it's strange to say, when we just met this way, but I look into your eyes, and suddenly I knew you all my life. So I'll take the chance and tell you, before the chance is gone, so at least I won't be wondering the rest of my life long.
