Shouted out for alarm clocks
Where's the remote control?
It's not right or wrong, it's not right or wrong
And stayed close together, trying to stay warm, oh
Put the blankets and the chairs against the windows and doors
Later we had toast, took turns sitting on the windowsill
Now there's nothing too romantic about the way we met
But then again it was all and accident
That's not to say whether it's right or wrong
Laughing and finishing each other's sentences so charmingly
Maybe it's just the kind of people that we are
Truth is it was all an accident
Maybe it's just the kind of people that we are
It's gone to far to be right or wrong
Just like the way it is for everybody else
Just like it is for everybody else
We just woke up one day in bed
There's no cute story about the way we met
We'll sent signals cross the kitchen sharp and sweet
That's not to say it doesn't make a certain sense
Like two fields of wheat
There's no cute story that we tell together
