We sat under London skies on nA perfect June day. nI touched her hand nAnd whispered our names. nnAnd all of the birds flew by and nThe clouds blow away nThe rose oil in her hair nAnd her infinite craze. nnThese are the thoughts nThat take me nTo a different place. nnThere are the words nThat take me nTo a different place. nnAnd I gave her nA rose from my garden nAnd the petals nBlow away. nnThey look like confetti nOn her nBeautiful face. nnThese are the thoughts nThat take me nTo a different place. nnThere are the words nThat take me nTo a different place. nnThese are the thoughts nThat take me nTo a different place. nnThere are the words nThat take me nTo a different place.