We drift in the place between the sunlight on your head.
A riff in the space, I see the moonlight on your bed.
As we take a stroll through the trees in the afternoon.
Sweet love in the night, amongst the birds and all the bees,
Hiding out of sight as we roll in the leaves.
Hoping to come soon, making love beneath the moon.
Sipping my wine and I'm starting to feel fine!
Happy days are here again.
As I laze I hope it stays.
(lyrics by Graham Keeling and Alex Wallace)