Their shoulders brush, and she shivers.

He says "you're cold," and he takes off his coat.

She whispers "no" and she asks him to stay.

He says "ok."

He looks at her then and he knows

He sees her lips and her eyes how they glow

And even the stars hold no torch to her soul.

He'll say he loves her.

But she wonders in a dark room,

Would he look over?

Would her eyes and her lips

Be enough to make her

The girl of his dreams that he wouldn't have met,

If she wasn't standing a little to his left?

And she wonders on a dark night,

Would she see him?

Would his laugh and his confidence

Reach her on the wind?

In another life, were the streetlights not on?

Did fate call it off,

Or did it wait for dawn?