Take A Chance - Robin Bengtsson

Saturday on the underground

The train was full when you turned around

From the first sight, well, I just knew

That I’ll belong to you, whoa-oh

I’m too nervous to send a sign

I never know how to find the lines

I even got off at Leicester Square

Just to see you there

Walking inside a dream

Of you and me

If you take a chance on me

We could write some history

And we would be rising

High above the trees

If you take a chance on me

Carve our names in history

Yeah, we would be flying

High above the sea

Take a chance on me

Traffic sang like a symphony

I caught your perfume upon the breeze

Skipped a heartbeat and all I knew

Was I belong to you, whoa-oh

When you stopped at a small café

I saw you kiss him and smile that way

Never was such a rendezvous

A darker shade of blue

Walking inside a dream

Of you and me

If you take a chance on me

We could write some history

And we would be rising

High above the trees

If you take a chance on me

Carve our names in history

Yeah, we would be flying

High above the sea

(I say, I say, I say)

(I say, I say, I say)

We could take a chance, oh

We could take a chance

(I say, I say, I say)

(I say, I say, I say)

We could take a chance, oh

We could take a chance

If you take a chance on me

We could write some history

And we would be rising

High above the trees