There is no happiness like mine.
Our bodies are prisons for our souls. Our skin and blood the iron bars of confinement.
I’ll be flicking stones at your window,
Waiting outside til you’re ready to go,
Won’t you come down, come away with me,
Think of all the places we could be.
To remember what life is really about all you have to do is look at the stars.
Deep in my bones I can feel you,
Take me back to a time only we knew.