Brett Anderson - A Different Place

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 blew 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 blew 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
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