Sitting on the rooftop I sang a little song

Trying to escape all my troubles, is that really so wrong?

Every time I think of you, those memories flip through my mind

like flipping through a deck of cards, each to it’s kind

your power plays and wicked ways had a tight hold on me

You locked my heart away in a cage, and threw away the key

Everytime I want to break away from your grip

I know it’s not possible as long as I’m daydreaming of Me & You

‘All in a golden afternoon, under the skies of cloudless blue’