He was born to be madman from sky with the bluest box ever,
She was born in the bustling world of people rushing there-here,
He knows all, he's a genius, he rushes in like a dagger,
She left school and had losing her boyfriend as her hugest fear.
Yes, his Gallifrey
And her Earth, that's true,
Seem to be so different -
Orange and blue,
But there's something else,
Something special too -
There is matter in common...
Maybe those two.
He will know taste of chips while a date in the cafe of London,
She will know different days - their patterns will not be the same.
He'll get used to the friend who has totally difficult finding,
She'll get used to the whooshing of engine which never gets tame.
Yes, his Gallifrey
And her Earth, that's true,
Seem to be so different -
Orange and blue,
But there's something else -
There are things to do,
Places to discover
And times for those two.
He is nine hundred years old, but he looks like youngster - no lying,
She is only nineteen and she's just a "small child" to her mum,
He would run, giving history one more time to gain its trying,
She would let her life go all the same, like the sound of drum.
He looks like a human
Of Earth, that's true,
She looks like Timelady
From the box of blue,
He is the last one,
She's the one of mass,
But that doesn't mean
The loss of success.
Yes, his Gallifrey
And her Earth, that's true,
Seem to be so different -
Orange and blue...
Gallifrey is gone,
Earth is small for "them",
But there are two words
That solve all: "Je t'aime".
Yes, his Gallifrey
And her Earth, that's true,
Now have something in common...
Of course those two!