"Something chaged"

Me da ansias pensar que todo puede cambiar nada más con detallitos, con decisiones que ni planeamos o ni les damos importancia pero que después de eso ya no somos los mismos: algo cambió.
Salir antes, "perder" el tiempo, ir a la fiesta, comer en esa mesa, irte por ese pasillo, esperar en esa banca, quedarte un rato más...

I wrote the song two hours before we met
I didn't know your name or what you looked like yet
Oh I could have stayed at home and gone to bed
I could have gone to see a film instead
You might have changed your mind and seen your friends
Life could have been very different then but something changed
Do you believe that there's someone up above?
Does he have a timetable directing acts of love?
Why did I write this song on that day?
Why did you touch my hand and softly say
Stop asking questions that don't matter anyway
Just give us a kiss to celebrate here today something changed
When we woke up that morning we had no way of knowing
That in a matter of hours we'd change the way we were going
Where would I be now if we'd never met
Would I be singing this song to someone else instead
I dunno
But like you said
something changed


Pulp, Something Changed [gracias a onehundredbars por "recordarme" la canción]