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 it's first appearance since June
In the middle of the most farfetched
Excuse for summer this depressed
Island's conjured yet
And your eyes reflect the light
Like a mirror ball that shines and shines
It's enough to induce a trance
On the most skilful 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 fade like smoke
Water on a scalding summer road
Before my cover is blown
Let's bow out of this city out of the fight
If it's not too late for the other life
Before our garden withers and dries
Let your X overtake my Y
Leave our daughters running wild
It's time to pack up and go
Back to the sunburnt coast
Back to Tropic of Capricorn
To the old familiar haunts
A place we used to call home
A place we used to call home