Absent-Minded British Summer Sun
Sometimes I grow weary of these words
Like the lazy fog that loiters down a windy lane
They only slow me down
When all I really mean to say is
I love you
I love you
This jealous world could rearrange
But even that would never change the fact that
I love
I love
I love you
Sometimes I don't act
As if that were the truth
Like the absent-minded British summer sun
I forget where I should be
I'm sorry it's not always clear but
I love you
I love you
This jealous world could rearrange
But even that would never change the fact that
I love
I love
I love you
Autor(es): Michael Powell
