She wore that dress like it was a saturday

Pretty as a summer rose picked in the morning

And he held her had 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 down

Tumbling after, tumbling after.

She wore that dress like it was a saturday

Pretty as a summer rose picked in the morning

And he held her had 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.