I close my eyes and dream about a sunny holiday I wish that I was beachin' down on Saint Tropez Or sitting in the lobby at the fabulous Pierre With diamonds
Three o'clock on a late Sunday morning The candles have burned to their end Found the pictures we've taken And now I'm awaken and Sleep's my invisible
The clock has ticked eleven and the place is clear Reality is kicking in and so is my beer I don't make excuses when it's all my fault If a heart is
From where you are You see the smoke start to arise Where they play cards And you walk over Softly moving passed the guards
Another day, another night got me thinkin' What is it with him, he's naturally moving slow I see him at the corner bar, am I dreamin' Surrounded by friends