I've never been a man who's wealthy in words
but I can speak when I really need
oh sweet Victoria sometimes it gets hard
for me to say what I really mean
you were the morning sun I was the night
growing darker with every hour
sometimes together we could be a dim light
we would flicker and then disappear
but oh to be so easily in love
in the summer sun we would melt away
and I would kiss your hand
I'd make the simple things so difficult
and you couldn't understand
I 'd get tongue-tied so twisted up
and you'd get so mad
and I would unwind with a flood of words
that I didn't know I had
oh to be so easily in love
and while the summer sun set on our skin
we were two little clouds of smoke