Brett Anderson - A Different Place

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.