Heaven

Here she comes walking with that solar beat.
The sun does funny things,
It’s like some prankster’s cheat.
I could swear the city’s like a magic beach —
Cuz against the curb I can hear those street waves beat.
C’mon, darlin. C’mon, darlin!
It feels like heaven.
It feels like heaven.
It feels like heaven,
It’s such a problem.
Mid-summer's night,
On a magic beach,
The dreams that come to me,
They don’t look out of reach.
In the mirror I can see another face,
And if I sleep tonight I’ll wake up in some other place.
C’mon, darlin. C’mon, darlin!
It feels like heaven.
It feels like heaven.
It feels like heaven,
It’s such a problem.