She wore that dress like it was a Saturday
Pretty as a summer rose picked in the morning
He held her hand like she was a mystery
One he couldn't quite believe was walking with him
They were high up on a hill
With something to say and daylight to kill
Time slips away, the way that it will
Round and around, dancing round the question posed
Flip a coin and watch it go down into the wishing well
Two-step sunset there goes another day
Another chance to give away secrets they keep to themselves
They were high up on a hill
With something to say and daylight to kill
Time slips away, the way that it will
Darkness falls without a sound
They come tumbling
Tumbling after