Strawberries

Much more like in a movie scene when I was lucid dreamin'

I entered the train with no ticket and no scheme

Now you're talking about leaving, about packing your bags

And I scent the orange trees in the morning from my bed

I end up the scenario by opening my eyes

When they ask me how I am, by times I lie

It would sound romanticised, life's a strawberry pie

I just feel quite right, red and yellow as the sky

Di-di-ba-ba Du-du

Di-di-ba-ba Du-du

Di-di Ba Du-du

Di-di-ba-ba Du-du

"If you are but a dream", Etta's voice reaches me softly

Like the jasmine blooms from the patio across me

Then it catches me cold, ain't it all somehow on the brink?

Pondering our freedom, preservation of democracy

I drift back to reality, the sun's clouding my sight

I spend the afternoon on the terrace lounger writing

Forty moons and counting, and I'm never getting fed up

Raise my head up to the sun and wish I never wake up

(Instrumental)

Di-di-ba-ba Du-du

Di-di-ba-ba Du-du

Di-di-ba-ba Du-du

Di-di-ba-ba Du-du

The city lights are fading when the morning light arises

I'm tangled in the sheets, and I'm lost in your goodbyes

Send them back into the night, I decide to wake up softly

To the aroma of your morning coffee

Count the seconds 'til it happens, and yet it's a surprise

This so damn happy face with these deep brown eyes

And this one smile, sweet like a strawberry pie

I'm floating through the colours as the hours pass by

Di-di-ba-ba Du-du

Di-di-ba-ba Du-du

Ba Du-du

Di-di-ba-ba Du-du