(Gold-Lloyd-Echolette)
On a round-about I’m turning on to you
Don’t you love the way we’re turning, yes you do
Little schools of hummingbirds are streaming by
While we’re merging with the color of the sky
Big yellow sun
You’re the one
Here’s our souls
Heal them, heal them
Beautiful girl
You’re the world
I’m in you, bretahing
Love me do
At the entrance of the airport as you see
There’s an icecream-man who’s selling sweets for free
You might watch descending rockets from the moon
While we’re taking off with 99 ballons
Bless our souls…
Big yellow sun
You’re the one
Here’s our souls
Heal them, heal them
Beautiful girl
You’re the world
I’m in you, bretahing
Love me do
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