Sophie Ellis Bextor

It happened by chance as a poppy in a corn-field
that it seemed to me to recognise your steps from behind

It happened by chance as a “what will be will be”
that no one fucking guardian angel was there
to lend me a pair of wings to fly

It happened by chance in a night, in a forgotten life
that sky lost its polar star
and our eyes became blind and our soul became ground

It simply happened in a deceptive and fragile “it will be”
that stopped itself before I touched your heart
and you mine forever indeed