We’re in the old museum
Laughing more than looking
Who needs to see painted love
When you have the real thing?
Would you mind if I hold your hand?
The first real date
Scared of mistakes
These moments could never be planned.

Later in the night; a fancy restaurant dinner
Fresh bunch of flowers on the table
‘Can people tell we’re dating?’
Did we owe them a label?
Frozen in a photo booth
‘Can I trust you?’- and tell the truth
Two hot chocolates in the rain
Please don’t think about the train you catch
Tomorrow.

I know this day is in the past
But these words could make the memory last
And, deep down, I miss you.
Maybe I should let the colours fade
Our fate is sealed, my choice is made,
And though I know it’s true,
I wonder…

Do you still think of me at your door
Or of the twin bed on your floor
Laid out for me?
Do you ignore the temptation
Of our constellation
That you still have to see?

I find it impossible to separate
The version of you that I love
From the girl I now don’t date.