I feel lucky as a star
I woke with you resting on my shoulder
The scent rises from your washed hair
Fills my senses and the air
Sweet with lavender

On the red carpet of our room
The sun makes its first appearance since June
In the middle of the most far-fetched excuse for summer this depressed
Island's conjured yet

And your eyes reflect the light
Like a mirrorball that shines and shines
It's enough to induce a trance
On the most skillfull mentalist
And keep me eating from your hand

You could drag me away from it all
The fake smile, the daily show
Let the dreams feel like smoke
Water on the scolding summer
Before my cover is blown

Let's bow out of this city
Out of the fire
If it's not too late for the other lies
Before our garden withers and dries
Let your [??] overtake my [??]
Leave our daughters running wild
It's time to pack up and go
Back to the sunburnt coast
Back to the tropic of capricorn
To the old familiar homes
The place we used to call home
A place we used to call home