If it was never meant to be
How come I loved you and you loved me?
How could I fly just like a dove
If not my wind was the one of love?
How could I think that it would last
What now is buried in the past?

If it was never meant to be
Why do I cry in misery?
How come I knew just what to say
If it was not love that day?
How come I thought the dream came true
If it was not the dream of you?

Jonny Zetterström