short after christmas time
twenty nine, twenty nine
i had a friend of mine
movie and a glass of wine
just like a cannonball it hit me
what a brilliant surprise
suddenly got weak around the knees
now i wonder
what are the odds we met
what could have been instead
what if it was inside my head
what if the drill had been dead
out of the blue
winter dozed spring was close
add to my flow
late night walks hour-long talks
just like a saviour descending
comeing to pull me up
we never made it to the ending
now i wonder
what are the odds we met
what could have been instead
what if the night had turned to ash
what if the drill had been dead
stammering and far from making any kind of sense
the only thing that i could feel the movement of her hands
what are the odds we met
what could have been instead
what if the night had turned to ash
what if the drill had been dead
what if there had been no time
what if you had not had wine
what if the night had turned to ash
what if we hadn't started fresh