It's been so long since I slept

The good book at bedtime no longer suffices

The bottle of whiskey just one of my vices

It might help me to sleep

There you are with your golden brown skin

The sparkling pacifico catching your chin

The salt on your margarita will stick to your lips

Lips that I'd die for a fleeting stolen kiss



My mind wanders to you and things that we might do

But you're just another illusion

My mind wanders to you



You couldn't live with someone in dreamland

Toothpaste from Harrods when the corner shop will do

A friend giving a lift becomes a chauffeur for two

The grandest illusions to hang on to

There you are with your golden brown skin

The sparkling pacifico catching your chin

The salt on your margarita will stick to your lips

Lips that I'd die for a fleeting stolen kiss



My mind wanders to you and things that we might do

But you're just another illusion

My mind wanders to you

Wanders to you and the things that we might do

But you're just another illusion

My mind wanders to you



(Come with me)

(Wander with me)



There you are with your London grey skin

The light from the streetlamp corrupting your chin

The cream from a Guinness lingers on your lips

Lips that would beg for a meaningful kiss



My mind wanders to you and all that we might do

But you're just another illusion

My mind wanders to you

Wanders to you and all that we might do

But you're just another illusion

My mind wanders to you

Wanders to you

Wanders to you