Tanita Tikaram

The woman smiles, the cafe feels like home to you
And as she glances through the magazine you feel somehow, shes seen you, too
All my life I thought you said
All my life I heard you say
Itll be all right
(all my life)
If you stay for all my life, for all my life
As she turns her face I feel unsure, is it foolish to want much more?
And as I place the moments in the frame its to these, I return again