Do you believe in signs that whisper inside your mind 'till you have to follow through,
leading you home again to someplace you've never been? Well I feel that way for you.
For how can it be true, the first time I see you,
I look into your eyes,
and suddenly I knew you all my life.

Don't we have all that time: treasure that's yours and mine, and a place that we call home
Don't we have photographs taken a long time back
of the seasons we have known?

I know it's strange to say, when we just met this way, but I look into your eyes,
and suddenly I knew you all my life.
So I'll take the chance and tell you,
before the chance is gone,
so at least I won't be wondering
the rest of my life long.