She was walking alone down the street
Thinking, "God, how complicated this love thing is"
She wondered to herself what detail it might have been
that Cupid surely misread
He was tossing and turning in bed like every night
All of a sudden a romantic song played on the radio
Maybe it was Michael Bolton who stuck his finger in the wound
And since he was missing sleep, he went out to look for it
They were both walking in the same direction
and I'm not talking about the wandering direction of their steps
He looked at her, she answered with a sigh
and the universe conspired to embrace them
Two strangers dancing under the moon
turn into lovers to the beat
of that strange melody that some call fate
and others prefer to call coincidence
And he whispered in her ear, "My love, where were you?
during all the time that I searched for you"
She answered, "I'm sorry, it's just that I was busy"
Though, to be honest with you, now I don't get what
Night turned into day, but the moon didn't leave
It stayed to watch them leaning on the sun's shoulder
Light them up hard, shine all day
And when night arrives, I'll seal their passion
Two strangers dancing under the moon
turn into lovers to the beat
of that strange melody that some call fate
and others prefer to call coincidence
And they dance without caring about anything happening around
And they dance, and the people who watch them start believing in love
Two strangers dancing under the moon
turn into lovers to the beat
of that strange melody that some call fate
and others prefer to call coincidence
and others prefer to call coincidence