Texty: Wild Strawberries. Bungalow.

Joy is dancing like another thousand
Coming to my bungalow
She's infectious and I think of heaven
Looking down on me below

Don't think about tomorrow
You'll never see today
Joy is dancing like another thousand
Coming to my bungalow

You turn around and everything's the same
You turn again and everything has changed

You take me to the place where everything starts
Just like a brand new notion
I got the way to make it oh, I got the way to make it okay

Take me to the place where angels cry
Under the swollen mine
I got the way to make it oh, I got the way to make it okay

Don't think about tomorrow
You'll never see today
Joy is dancing like another thousand
Coming to my bungalow

You turn around and everything's the same
You turn again and everything has changed

Joy is dancing like another thousand
Coming to my bungalow
She's infectious and I think of heaven
Looking down on me below

Don't think about tomorrow
You'll never see today
Joy is dancing like another thousand
Coming to my bungalow

You turn around and everything's the same
You turn again and everything has changed