In a cafe dimly lit,
with whispers soft and low,
The scent of coffee lingers,
and time seems to slow,
A sense of deja vu,
a feeling oh so true,
As if we've sat like this before,
oh yes, just me and you.

The steam curls from the cup,
like our memories in mist,
And the taste of bittersweet,
on our soft lips, it kissed.
As if the clock...