Tekster: Tennis. Cape Dory. Waterbirds.

Still dreamin' of the thick and green.
Salty marsh bed by the tidal stream.
Look down the ?, sleepin' deep in the brush.
The night brings the hush I can hear the current
Beatin' by the leaves of the Cypris trees.
The insects chirpin' underneath the leaves.
When you kiss me, you really kiss me.
Tell me how-ow-oo-ow can you resist me?


Did we ever really leave?
This is all I really need.
Did we ever really leave?
This is all I really need.