The washing board air and the warmth of your touch
The pillow mornings and old coffee cups
Time's made my memories
Of you and me seem so much sweeter
And it's unusual, but now I want you back
Well I could go on
In the strawberry sun
We could sit and just be there, without another care
Wouldn't it be fun?
I wanna come home to you
In the strawberry sunshine
Where I'm yours and you are mine, and everything is just fine
Even when it's not
My friends and their partners are all hibernating
So I'm left here cold and a little frustrated
Through the haze of a couple bottles
I say "I know what I really want" and I call you
To leave a message at the tone that says
That I could go on
In the strawberry sun
We could sit and just be there - tell me that you dare
Wouldn't it be fun?
I wanna come home to you
In the strawberry sunshine
Where I'm yours and you are mine, and everything is just fine
Even when it's not
Well I s'pose you've moved on
From the strawberry sun
Maybe we were right when we called it a night
When the night was young
But I wanna come home to you
In the strawberry sunshine
Where everything is just fine - but maybe that's the punchline
It never was