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.