We talked about history earlier today...
And I just realized history does not exist when I talk to you...
Or when I think of you...
Or when I see you...
For time stops...
And my world comes to a standstill...
And I just want to stay there...
Submerged in the melody of your voice...
Or trapped in the sweetness of your eyes...
I fell for you...
The rest...
Well...
The rest is history...