One day I will steal you from your life for a week or ten days,
Ring the bells of many doors and trams and buses,
Reach within the realms of a shore or a city,
And leave you warm and happy:
Crazy with things we do, with gestures, and laughter and sudden jolts -
For something for the pallet of the month, and some for the pallet of the heart.
One day, I hope you make a promise and I can steal you,
Just for a weak or ten days.