She wore that dress like it was a Saturday
Pretty as a summer rose
Picked in the morning.

He held her hand like it was a mystery
One he couldn't quite believe
Was walking with him.

They were high up on a hill
With something to say and daylight to kill
Time slipped away the way that it will.


Around and around, dancing 'round the question posed
Pick a coin and watch it roll down
Into the wishing well.

Two steps unset there goes another day
Another chance to give away
Secrets they keep to themselves.

They were high up on a hill
Something to say the daylight to kill
Time slipped away the way that it will.

Darkness falls without a sound
They come tumbling down
Tumbling after, tumbling after.


She wore that dress like it was a Saturday
Pretty as a summer rose
Picked in the morning,

He held her hand like it was a mystery
One he couldn't quite believe
Was walking with him.

They were high up on a hill
Something to say and daylight to kill
Time slipped away the way that it will...