I sat down right at the corner of your table. For some reason, I thought maybe we had been right here before. I can't concentrate, I just keep reading the same pages. And I don't know how to say it but I wanna know you more Swear I feel you in my memory I think I've seen you in my dreams Maybe you and I have history But I don't think you know me

Elijah: I'm sorry, Do we meet each other by any chance?