Lyrics:

(neil finn)


No time no place to talk about the weather

The promise of love is hard to ignore

You said the chance wasn't getting any better

Labour of love is ours to endure

The highest branch on the apple tree

It was my favourite place to be

I could hear them braking free

But they could not see me

I will run for shelter

Endless summer lift the curse

It feels like nothing matters

In our private universe

I have all I want is that simple enough

There's a whole lot more I'm thinking of

Every night about six o'clock

The birds come back to the palm to talk

They talk to me, birds talk to me

If I go down on my knees

I will run for shelter

Endless summer lift the curse

It feels like nothing matters

In our private universe

And it's a pleasure that I have known

And it's a treasure that I have gained

And it's a pleasure that I have known

It's a tight squeeze but I won't let go

Love is on the table and the dinner's cold

I will run for shelter

Endless summer lift the curse

Feels like nothing matters

In our private universe