A Different Place

Brett Anderson

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


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