I feel lucky as a star I woke with you resting on my shoulder The scent rises from your washed hair Fills my senses and the air Sweet with lavender On the red carpet of our room The sun makes it's first appearance since June In the middle of the most farfetched Excuse for summer this depressed Island's conjured yet And your eyes reflect the light Like a mirror ball that shines and shines It's enough to induce a trance On the most skilful mentalist And keep me eating from your hand You could drag me away from it all The fake smile, the daily show Let the dreams fade like smoke Water on a scalding summer road Before my cover is blown Let's bow out of this city out of the fight If it's not too late for the other life Before our garden withers and dries Let your X overtake my Y Leave our daughters running wild It's time to pack up and go Back to the sunburnt coast Back to Tropic of Capricorn To the old familiar haunts A place we used to call home A place we used to call home