Right behind her in revolving doors
In the window of a passing train
Talking shadows 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

I was running
It was one of those rainy days
I was looking
(Suddenly I met your face)
(She was running)