The way that you gave me
That feeling
Oh please believe me
It was not enough
Did you know
That you were stealing
whole minute
Of my life?

When I turned for you
To see where you'd gone
I almost took [bad word] to see 
The street that your're on
Your face, pretty face
And the way that you dress
It was not just a second
But a milion I guess
I would like to tell my name
And buy you a drink
See what you like
And hear how you speak
But [bad word] away so fast
I'm afraid it's the last
Another last meeting
Of a girl so perfect

Few minutes have passed
But I'm still with you
At least in my mind
We are getting it through
Having a [bad word] good time
Everything's fine
Climbing over mountains
Flying so high
Nobody can stop us
I know it's a dream
The one of the kind
That is deceiving me
But I'll try to give my best
To see you again
I'll pass on that street
Like you did back then.