Happenstance
Well marked
And tremblin'
Waterlogged
And fumblin'
Painfully shy
To let it go the distance
Trance after trance
So cold
Fingers fumblin'
So young
And tumblin'
Here you don't got a prayer
Barely half a chance
Loving the leaning on
Loving the leaning on
Of happenstance
Too dark
And stumblin'
Watermark
A tremblin'
Therein
The loving 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
Happenstance