When I held back the doors and accidentally my hand touched yours - you smiled
But if my voice sounded unsteady its because by then I was already beguiled
And I knew as the rain beat down outside
There was nowhere else to hide
You were going to have to speak to me
And as we sheltered there together and talked inanely about the weather - I thought
How it would be obligatory to ask for your number if this was a story - but its not
And so, I watch you walk away
And then waste my whole day
Imagining the things youd do
Like how youre bound to love quiet men
And if we meet again, how Id actually still not speak to you
Heres the funny part, I wouldnt know where to start
Thats cos Im always the quiet one, youve already gone