Crowded House

(neil finn)
No time no place to talk about the weather
The promise of love is hard to ignore
You said the chance wasnt 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
Theres a whole lot more Im thinking of
Every night about six oclock