Under the mantle of the stars,
by the slow waves of the sea.
On a banke of sand we fell,
like fruit from a laden tree.
And in the morning,
with the clean slate of day,
you're the warm thought I have.

CHORUS:
I found my freedom,
loving an angel in Eden.
I found out for myself,
love is the natural law.

We walk through fields frown high,
sleep together in the sun.
We speal everything unsaid
in the only language we have left.

With your body and your lips on mine,
we take our time.

REPEAT CHORUS

Remember the night
when I was so bold?
I had no plan.
It just felt.... yeah, yeah, yeah...