Upon a roof below the moon

nearby a park-bench in the sun

upon the stairway to your room

Why won't you wrap your life around

those certain words I just found



I wear your golden ring inside

suits me very fine

I wear your golden heart in mine

suits me very fine



A backseat sofa in the dark

upon a viewpoint in our town

nearby a fountain in a park

Why won't you wrap your life around

those certain words I just found



I wear your golden ring inside

suits me very fine

I wear your golden heart in mine

suits me very fine

I wear your golden heart in mine

and life is very fine