Pulp

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 then
but something changed. Do you believe that there's someone up above?
Does he have a timetable directing acts of love? Why did I write this
song on that day? Why did you touch my hand and softly say. Stop