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 blow 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 blow 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
To a different place
These are the thoughts that take me
To a different place
These are the words that take me
To a different place
