I got new shoes, so I can go where I choose.
No more painting windows and doors the color blue.
Windmills and red coated rails, beautiful days under sails.
No more time, no more said, till I go to hell.
And all I want is to see you with your curly hair.
Please tell me that your love for me still is there.
Hello, hello, hello. Here we go again at Mykonos.
It's 'cause your touch, your smile, your scent is the hourglass.
I'll turn the world over so today will last.
Hello, hello, hello. Here we go again at Mykonos.
Speeds that exceed our sound waves.
Let the world sit and gaze.
Let the galaxies unfold.
Nothing will ever exist
'till you give me that kiss.
There's some things I never told...
you... before.
These white bricks blind the eyes. My island always denies.
Just to the south of Europe where a seagull cries,
"Girl, all I want is to see you with your curly hair.
Please tell me that your love for me still is there.
Hello, hello, hello. Here we go again at Mykonos.
"It's 'cause your touch, your smile, your scent is the hourglass.
I'll turn the world over so today will last.
Hello, hello, hello. Here we go again at Mykonos."
-Stephen Aymond
