Far from this town I know by heart
In midwinter at Honfleur's harbor
My hideout wherever we go
To see Japan, its cherry trees in bloom
Hear the sirens spellbind the fishermen
My hideout wherever we go
Kiss me in the shade of the apple trees
It'll feel like Sunday every day of the year
In dark forests where we'll lose ourselves
See the pyramids, greet the pharaohs
My hideout wherever we go
Kiss me in the shade of the apple trees
It'll feel like Sunday every day of the year
My hideout wherever we go
I've never had a home
My hideout wherever we go