(B. Andersson / B. Ulvaeus)

 

It must have been him –
just a glimpse of a face in the crowd,
that's all it takes,
my heart is racing.

I stand in a trance,
as I stare at the back of a bus,
knowing there's no use denying,
I can't stop thinking 'bout us.

The story of a heart,
the story all of it mine.
Then you took it from me,
every glorious line.
I was safe and warm
and now I'm out in the cold.
And I know I shouldn't have told my story.

Story of a heart,
I laid myself open wide.
Yet to read the pages,
where the ink hadn't dried,
all emotions pent up inside, my story.

I try to resist,
but the images keep coming through.
So many years,
still I'm defenseless.

The house by the lake,
his hands resting awhile on the oars,
speaking with quiet conviction,
carefully unlocking doors.

The story of a heart,
the story all of it mine.
Then you took it from me,
every glorious line.
I was safe and warm
and now I'm out in the cold.
And I know I shouldn't have told my story.

Story of a heart,
I laid myself open wide.
Yet to read the pages,
where the ink hadn't dried,
all emotions pent up inside, my story.

Did he see me,
or did I just imagine it all?
Putting a face on a stranger –
a face I find more and more hard to recall.

 

Never giving up
I look for you everywhere.
Time went by and sadness took the place of despair.
In a way you'll stay with me 'til death do us part,
like a shadow deep in my heart, forever.

The story of a heart,
I laid myself open wide.
Yet to read the pages,
where the ink hadn't dried.
Swept away and lost in love –
what was I to do?
I just had to read it to you, my story.

The story of a heart,
the story all of it mine.
Then you took it from me,
every glorious line.
All emotions pent up inside, my story.

 

The story of a heart,
the story all of it mine.
Then you took it from me,
every glorious line.
I was safe and warm
and now I'm out in the cold.
And I know I shouldn't have told my story.

Story of a heart,
I laid myself open wide.
Yet to read the pages,
where the ink hadn't dried.
Swept away and lost in love –
what was I to do?
I just had to read it to you, my story.