(ooh) for the way you changed my plans for being the perfect distraction for the way you took the idea that i have of everything that i wanted to have and made me see there was something missing (oh yeah) for the ending of my first begin (ooh yeah yeah)(ooh yeah yeah) and for the rare and unexpected friend (ooh yeah yeah)(ooh yeah yeah) for the way you′re something that i never choose but at the same time something i don′t wanna lose and never wanna be without ever again (oh oh)
you′re the best thing i never knew i needed so when you were here i had no idea you′re the best thing i never knew i needed so now it′s so clear i need you here always
my accidental happily (ever after) (oh oh oh) the way you slime and how you comfort me (with your laughter) i must admit you were not a part of my book but now if you open it up and take a look you′re the beginning and the end of every chapter (oh oh)
you′re the best thing i never knew i needed (oh) so when you were here i had no idea you′re the best thing i never knew i needed (that i needed) so now it′s so clear i need you here always
who′d knew that i′d be here (who′d knew that i′d be here oh oh) so unexpectedly (so unexpectedly oh oh) undeniablely happy (hey) said with you right here, right here next to me (oh)
girl you′re the.. you′re the best thing i never knew i needed (said i needed oh oh) so when you were here i had no idea you′re the best thing i never knew i needed (needed oh) so now it′s so clear i need you here always baby baby now it′s so clear i need you here always
(B. Andersson/B. Ulvaeus) 1982 Down in the street they′re all singing and shouting Staying alive though the city is dead Hiding their shame behind hollow laughter while you are crying alone on your bed Pity, Cassandra that no one believed you But then again you were lost from the start Now we must suffer and sell our secrets Bargain, playing smart, aching in our hearts Sorry Cassandra I misunderstood now the last day is dawning Some of us wanted but none of us would listen to words of warning But on the darkest of nights nobody knew how to fight and we were caught in our sleep Sorry Cassandra I didn′t believe you really had the power I only saw it as dreams you would weave Until the final hour So in the morning your ship will be sailing Now that your father and sister are gone there is no reason for you linger You′re grieving deeply but still moving on You know the future is casting a shadow No one else sees it, but you know your fate Packing your bags, being slow and thorough Knowing though you′re late that ship is sure to wait Sorry Cassandra I misunderstood now the last day is dawning Some of us wanted but none of us would listen to words of warning But on the darkest of nights Nobody knew how to fight And we were caught in out sleep Sorry Cassandra I didn′t believe you really had the power I only saw it as dreams you would weave Until the final hour I watched her ship leaving harbor at sunrise sails almost slack in the cool morning rain She stood on deck, just a tiny figure Rigid and restrained, blue eyes filled with pain Sorry Cassandra I misunderstood now the last day is dawning Some of us wanted but none of us would listen to words of warning But on the darkest of nights Nobody knew how to fight And we were caught in out sleep Sorry Cassandra I didn′t believe you really had the power I only saw it as dreams you would weave Until the final hour (I′m sorry Cassandra)
He gave to her, yet tenfold claim′d in return - She hath no life but the one he for her wrought; Proffer′d to her his wauking heart - she turn′d it down, Riposted with a tell-tale lore of lies and scorn.
Prophetess or fond?, Tho′ her parle of truth: "I ken to-morrow - refell me if ye can!", Yet the kiss and breath - Apollo′s bane - Sлer of the future, not of twain, "Sicker!", quoth Cassandra.
Still, is she lief and quaint in his eyne, a sight divine? - A mistress fuell′d by his prest haughtiness - If he did grant, wherefore then did he not foresee, Belike egal as it to him might be?!
Prophetess or fond?, Tho′ her parle of truth: "I ken to-morrow - refell me if ye can!", Yet the kiss and breath - Apollo′s bane - Sлer of the future, not of twain, "Sicker!", quoth Cassandra.
′Or was he an eried being, ′Or was he weening - alack nay mo; Her naysay′ raught his heart, Her daffing was the grave of all hope - She belied her own words, He thought her life, save moreo′er scourge, She held him august, yet wee; He left her ne′er without his heart.