(I heard my words from long ago)
Blue, the air was full with your cheap perfume
Blooming on a Sunday afternoon
Like a flower bows her head to a humming bird
Diving down I follow you to distant worlds

(I heard my words from long ago)
Words began to crumble into each other
And time and space have lost all their worth
Like children dancing in endless circles

Blue, the air was full with your cheap perfume
Blooming on a Sunday afternoon
Like a flower bows her head to a humming bird
Diving down I follow you to distant worlds

Words began to crumble into each other 
And time and space have lost all their worth
Like children dancing in endless circles

Words spoken so fragile, they stay perpetual
As brightly colored as painted dreams
The faces blur and my question lingers 

Blue, the air was full with your cheap perfume
Blooming on a Sunday afternoon
And the music played for hours it felt so real
The clouds above are faded in detail