And when the sun has been erased from the heavens
and my heart drips through brown eyes
then i remember that there are hands that want me close
i know that i won the privilege to love
And when the winds of the afternoon
scatter small branches and in the meantime it is pleasant
then i remember that there are hands that want me close
i know that i won the privilege to love
i know that i won the privilege to love
And when the sun come up over the water
and another gray day starts and in the meantime there isn't any reason
then i remember that there are lips that want me close
i know that i won the privilege to love
i remember that there are lips that want me close
And i know that i won the privilege to love