We sat under London skies on
A perfect June day

I touched her hand and whispered our names

And all of the birds flew by and

The clouds blow away

The rose oil in her hair

And her infinite craze

These are the thoughts that take me to a different place

There are the words that take me to a different place

And I gave her a rose from my garden

And the petals blow away

They look like confetti on her beautiful face

These are the thoughts that take me to a different place

There are the words that take me to a different place

These are the thoughts that take me to a different place

There are the words that take me to a different place