You are the sunshine melting the snow,You water the seed,You give what it needs,The leaves’ll grow,So give me the sunshine.
High on a hillside you are the breeze,I used to be small but then I grew tall,I turned into a tree,So give me a hillside.
Oh your love has fed the root,made my blossoms turn to fruit,Now the days are cold,The wind begins to blow.
Yeah your love has fed the root,from my branches fell the fruit,Now the days are cold,The wind begins to blow,Yeah the sun's getting low.
You are the sun,You are breeze,I used to be small,But now I'm a tree.

Back up baby,I don't wanna burn you,I'm red hot and I can't cool down,Like a wildfire, flames getting higher,Oh honey this hot shot’ll not stop fooling around.
Your love is like a rough cut diamond,It’s all I want but not what I need,You're my ice cold, white gold lover,I don't want comfort when I got speed.
Here I come and when I'm done,Yeah there I go.
Life’s good,And it’s gonna get better,With a little less work and a lot more play,All I want is what you got,Yeah, a little bit of lovin goes a long way.
So back it up baby,I don't wanna burn you,But it feels so good yeah it feels alright,Gotta keep on keepin on till we're long gone,This hot shot‘ll rock and roll all night.
Here I come and when I'm done,Yeah there I go,Hmm, come find me out on the open road.
So back it up baby,I don't wanna burn you,I'm red hot and I can't cool down,Like a wildfire, flames getting higher,Oh honey this hot shot’s fooling around.

I want you babe.Oh baby.

Written words on photographs scattered all around and over the floor,Coffee coloured eyes stare back saying no need to go there anymore,Hope you’d have figured out by now, what you want,Had a chat with an ethnograph, said I don't want you to lie anymore,
Pen inscriptions in paperbacks written by a hand that’s certainly sure,Hope you’d have figured out by now, what you want,Can't take a sincere path in life without hurt,Said I wouldn't return but lately I, ‘bout to go round a second time,
See off into the dark and circles say, gotta make up your mind,Written words on photographs scattered all around and over the floor (over the floor),Coffee coloured eyes stare back saying no need to go there anymore,Hope you’d have figured out by now, what you want,
Can't take a sincere path in life without hurt,Said I wouldn't return but lately I, ‘bout to go round a second time (second time),See off into the dark and circles say, gotta make up your mind,Said I wouldn't return but lately I, ‘bout to go round a second time (second time),See off into the dark and circles say, gotta make up your mind,
Oh I just thought I would say, have you tried to play a different way?Oh coz you might find, yeah it helps to make up your mind,Oh I thought I would say, have you tried to play a different way?Oh yeah this time, this time, yeah I gotta make, yeah I gotta make, up my mind.