Upon a roof below the moon
  nearby a park-bench in the sun
  upon the stairway to your room
  Why won't you wrap your life around
  those certain words I just found
    I wear your golden ring inside
  suits me very fine
  I wear your golden heart in mine
  suits me very fine
    A backseat sofa in the dark
  upon a viewpoint in our town
  nearby a fountain in a park
  Why won't you wrap your life around
  those certain words I just found
    I wear your golden ring inside
  suits me very fine
  I wear your golden heart in mine
  suits me very fine
  I wear your golden heart in mine
  and life is very fine