Besedila: Day One. Ordinary Man. 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
Dawning an old leather jacket
She walked her rhythm in designer shoes expensive
Her style guarded by the cut of her dress
And then it happened, looking at each other imagine us as lovers
Does unsaid words, were only said in sight
It felt right, so stepped to her and said to her :
Leave with me, and you can be with me
Leave with me, and you can be with me
As they walked there was a silence between them
And silence is the canvas for words
She looked into his eyes, romanticised his whole life
He had that look that he was far and
Lit up a smoke and spoke his words like a baron
He was unshaven, had craving for danger off of 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 cant think enough
He said: You can 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...
It was a windy day outside the cafe...
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
Dawning an old leather jacket
It was a windy day outside the cafe
She was sipping Chardonnay...
Hmmmm....