Everyone is outside, we're still waiting in

for a few more cues, glued to a strong attraction.

"I think it's strange I just met you."

Kissing temples when no one's looking,

you sip that drink every time they do.

Don't think it's time to join them,

think another drink?  Well, I think I do.


Everyone is outside, we're still waiting in

and every time lips move through the window,

swear they're talking 'bout us just a little,

but that's alright, we stir it up.

Innocently, you say, "I think it's strange I just met you."

We share a cup, still with ice fresh as our minds

full of ideas on space and time, and how to make this work.


Everyone is outside, we're still waiting in

and until we wake up, I can't see tomorrow alone without you,

but I know I'll have to.  That's alright, we stir it up.

I say unknowingly and like Déjà vu, "I think it's strange I just met you."