No time, no place to talk about the weather
the promise of love is hard to ignore
who said the chance wasn´t getting any better
the labor of love is ours to endure
the highest branch on the apple tree
it was my favorite place to be
I could hear them breaking free
but they could not see me

I will run for shelter
endless summer lift the curse
it feels like nothing matters
in our private universe

I have all I want, is that simple enough?
a whole lot more I´m thinking of
every night about six o´clock
birds come back to the pond to talk
they talk to me -- birds to talk to me
if I go down on my knees

it feels like nothing matters
in our private universe

And it´s a pleasure that I have known
and it´s a treasure that I have gained
and it´s a pleasure that I have known

It´s a tight squeeze, but I won´t let go
time is on the table and the dinner´s cold