She found him on a bench beside the lake in late October A takeaway coffee going cold, a novel left unread He said, * "I think I've seen you here before"* — she smiled, looked over And something in the way she laughed put colour in his cheeks Oh, the tide was rolling in for them that afternoon (rolling in) Two strangers on a bench beneath an amber-coloured moon They didn't know it then, but that was it — the day the whole thing changed The sound the water made was never quite the same (never quite the same) She kept that coffee cup for weeks, he kept her number saved They'd meet back at that bench with fish and chips on paper plates He'd mapped the whole city out for her — she never really stayed But something rooted in her chest the moment that he waved Oh, the tide was rolling in for them that afternoon (always rolling in) Two strangers on a bench beneath an amber-coloured moon They didn't know it then, but that was it — the day the whole thing changed The sound the water made was never quite the same She calls him from a different city, laughs and says, *"I know" * (she knows) And he still sits on that same bench when autumn starts to show Oh, the tide keeps rolling in for them all these years on (all these years) Two strangers on a bench — well, strangers don't quite fit anymore They didn't know it then, but that was it — the day the whole thing changed The sound the water made is all they'd ever need to say (all they'd ever need)
