Presque Vu

It's the breeze of ocean Mixed with silken hair That passes on by each passerby Till it's buyer beware It's a glass of southern tea Congeniality A mid-summer sunset On a dock to a dream I've got love! On the tip of my tongue! And it's tasted like a million days with you Who knew? It's a toy behind the glass Opened on Christmas On a trip to the fair With a bear on a chair Oh lord can you see It's a castle on a beach To a night time constellation And the stars out of reach I've got love! On the tip of my tongue! And it's tasted like a million days with you