Still dreamin' of the thick and green. Salty marsh bed by the tidal stream. Look down the[?] sleepin' deep in the brush. The night brings the hush I can hear the current Beatin' by the leaves of the Cyprus trees. The insects chirpin' underneath the leaves. When you kiss me, you really kiss me. Tell me how-ow-oo-ow can you resist me? Did we ever really leave? This is all I really need. Did we ever really leave? This is all I really need.