Met you somewhere between one and eight You hit seven, I was running late Thirty seconds shouldn't mean that much Then you laughed when the elevator jumped Saw you again about a week from then Same elevator, quarter past ten This time you asked what floor was mine I almost said “whichever one is yours tonight” Elevator music (ooh) Playing something nobody knows Thirty little seconds And I don't want the doors to close Elevator music Maybe fate has terrible taste But if you're riding up tomorrow I'll be running late Now I take the stairs when you're not around Which makes absolutely no sense somehow I know your schedule better than my own All from saying “hey” between floors Elevator music Playing something nobody knows Thirty little seconds And I don't want the doors to close Elevator music Maybe fate has terrible taste But if you're riding up tomorrow I'll be running late (yeah) Maybe I should ask your name Before this gets ridiculous Maybe you already know mine That'd be dangerous Ding Floor seven See you tomorrow?
