by Herb Gardner
Surfing the Web for your own "Private Universe"
No time, no place to talk about the the
weather
The promise
of love is hard to ignore
You said the
chance wasn't getting any better
The labor
of love is ours to endure
The highest branch on the apple tree
It was my
favorite place to be
I could hear
them breaking free
But they
could not see me
CHORUS:
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?
A whole lot more I'm thinking of
Every night about six
o'clock
Birds
come back to the pond to talk
They talk to me -- birds
talk to me
If I go down on
my knees
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
Time is on the table
and the
dinner's cold
I will run for shelter
Endless summer
lift the curse
It feels like nothing matters
In our private
universe
I will run for shelter
Endless summer lift the curse
It feels like nothing matters
In our private
universe
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