And I first pressed my mouth against yours darling
At the bottom of the stairs in High Street station
As we spent that sunny day getting lost in Brooklyn
And you, you took my breath away, before I knew what happened.
Lightning doesn’t strike the same place twice but I’m hoping
That for me it’ll learn to make an exception.
They say we can’t ever know which of our days were the finest
Until we’re counting out our lives in the remaining hours and minutes
But I knew then and I know now even though everything has changed
That was and always will be, one of those special days.
Lightning doesn’t strike the same place twice but I’m learning
If we have the strength to move on,
It doesn’t have to make an exception
No I don’t have to be an exception
No I don’t have to be an exception.