Summer love before summer arrives.
Dancing in the middle of your moonlit street
This April morning never tasted half as sweet
and I feel this rhythm, I sway so free
just like the world has only you and me
One smile lights my soul like the midday sun
so quietly now, so steadily begun
We dance in the middle of your moonlit street
fools for the freedom, making memories bittersweet
You hands leave sparks trailing behind them
in a baritone melody of heaven's hymn
The longest goodbye of my life takes place here
in the shortest moment I have ever lived.