You're as soft as the rose. You're as sweet as the honey. You're as warm as the bright morning sun. You're as cool as the breeze. On the last days of April.
Where did ya go when the snow lay on the ground. What did ya do when the rain began to fall. How did it feel when I looked through your soul. When was the last time you wanted my love.
I was at the break wall, I was lookin' at the sea. In back of the eight ball in some misery. There on the horizon stood a mighty ship of fools. They were headin' into the harbor with all their broken rules.