Right behind her in revolving doors
In the window of a passing train
Talking shadow in a telephone box
I was running
She was walking
It was one of those rainy days
I was looking
She was turning
SUddenly I met your face
Right behind her in revolving doors
In the window of a passing train
Talking shadow in a telephone box
I was running
She was walking
It was one of those rainy days
I was looking
She was turning
SUddenly I met your face