In a dream of warm days, The eucalyptus wafting, Seeing someone, seeing someone famois. Waking up in the front room, Your Victorian sofa creaks under me, The sun’s already hot. Drink coffee, run in the park, Covered in sweat, climb the front steps, And what to do with the rest of the day? And what you want and what you’ve got, And what you have to give, Return, return, return, return. Taking stock, driving around, Standing by the car, What does it mean to be this free, And squandering it big time. Squint and it’s a charmed life, But it’s high time to empty it out, Refilling a basket from the lemon tree, And what you want and what you’ve got, And what you have to give, Return, return, return, return, Return, return, return, return.