Saturday's last thoughts are Sunday's first song
I'm thinking of things that may never be mine
And your sweet smile
I stole a glimpse of the northernmost lights
In a split second snapshot behind my two eyes
Of your sweet smile
The deepest trenches under the ocean
The highest skyplanes up in the sky
From the earth's core to the aether
I have not found it, quite as much wonder
As in your sweet smile
Your sweet smile
