Pulp Follow

I wrote the song two hours before we met
I didn't know your name or what you looked like yet
Oh, I could have stayed at home and gone to bed

I could have gone to see a film instead
You might have changed your mind and seen your friends
Life could have been very different but then

Something changed

Do you believe that there's someone up above?
And does He have a timetable directing acts of love?
Why did I write this song on that one day?

Why did you touch my hand and softly say
Stop asking questions that don't matter anyway
Just give us a kiss to celebrate here today

Something changed

Oh, when we woke up that morning we had no way of knowing
That in a matter of hours we'd change the way, we were going
Where would I be now

Where would I be now if we'd never met?
Would I be singing this song to someone else instead?
I don't know but like you said

Something changed