Sitting still on a Moving train though I don't know Jokes about your name. It's raining in the living room So we know its gonna be over soon. As we met though I don't think that This is the first time That I have been in the presence Of this beautiful mind. You refuse to admit I was the One in your dreams. But I think that you know I want it More than it seems. Do I know you from that perfect story That we wrote for you and me, Am I wrong? I have been waiting for that Perfect ending Then we won't talk about it If I'm wrong. Again