Holiday

Your hand in mine Oh, how divine if we could greet the day Under the Milky Way Your rosy cheek My lips would seek if we could steal away Go on a holiday You came at midnight deep inside a dream So who am I to say what this should mean? Now all I know is that my beating heart is yours to take And I'm afraid that it will Wake me up with birds Your gentle words sound like a lullaby Sweet sibilant simple sigh If you should frown I fear the world would drown Fall into deepest dark Much greater than Central Park You came at daybreak in a waking dream So who am I to say what this should mean? But all I know is that my beating heart is yours to keep And I don't want to fall asleep.