Happenstance

Well-marked and tremblin'

Waterlogged and fumblin'

Painfully shy to let it go the distance

Trance after trance

Trance after trance

Trance after trance

Trance after trance

So cold, fingers fumblin'

So young and tumblin'

Here you hanven't got a prayer

Barely half a chance

Loving the leaning on

Loving the leaning on

Loving the leaning on

Loving the leaning on

Of happenstance

Too dark and stumblin'

Watermarked and trembling

Therein the love and tilt

Of your stance

Here in the lilt of lip and

Strange romance

Therein the lean and tilt

Of your stance

Learning to love

Learning to love

Learning to love

Learning to love

Learning to love

Learning to love

Happenstance