We sat under London skies on a perfect June day.
I touched her hand and whispered her name.
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.
These 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.
These are the words that take me
To a different place.
These are the thoughts that take me
To a different place.
These are the words that take me
To a different place.