Whirling, twirling, swirling   Past the night, your door   Better than before   Not blue moon any more   Flying, flying, flying   Drifting through the room   Smelling still of you   Dreaming of the afternoon   Oh, I'm dreaming of the afternoon   Flying, flying, flying   I'm drifting through the room   Smelling still of you   I'm dreaming, dreaming of the afternoon   I'm dreaming   I'm dreaming   I'm dreaming