All the minutes we lived in are still alive under my skin so I can't get no sleep I guess the monuments we made were only built to try and save us the things we couldn't keep still I'm turning in my steep because the one that you love might not be the one that you were thinking of Now my friends procreate the ones who stayed up late never knowing who they'd meet and as I listen to them talk and watch their babies learn to walk it's me whose finding my feet still you don't know who you're gonna meet and so the one that you love might not be the one with whom you end up How we end up with who we end up is it just a question of luck? won't it be strange to see how we change when we're all grown up yes I hope I end up with you Tell me do you get to choose who you love, who you lose or is it down to fate? 'cos I met her once before in a crowded corridor but I Was born too late it's the mistake you've got to make when the one that you love might not be the one that you were thinking of How we end up with who we end up is it just a question of luck? won't it be strange to see how we change When we're all grown up yes I hope I end up with you