I'd never seen so many colours on one sweater.
In a market for used things, a red guitar without the strings,
a woven dress made in Beijing,
nobody here the better.
As the sky pours and wettens our shoes,
our eyes they meet, intentions fuse.
I see now why I have come.
Doesn't matter where you're from,
or how long it took for us to meet.
Now I'm only grounded by my feet.
This moment lasts a hundred years,
yet we're unmoving.
Who of us will dare to speak,
meet a stranger on the street?
Rushing reds across your face,
an overwhelming sense of place...
As the sky pours and wettens our shoes,
our eyes they meet, intentions fuse.
I see now why I have come.
Doesn't matter where you're from,
or how long it took for us to meet.
Now I'm only grounded by my feet.
The truth is, I knew all at once,
that this was no coincidence.
What led me here to interlock
with your stranger eyes?
(stranger eyes)
As the sky pours and wettens our shoes,
our eyes they meet, intentions fuse.
I see now why I have come.
Doesn't matter where you're from,
or how long it took for us to meet.
Now I'm only grounded by my feet.

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