The sun is shining, I don't care Shoulders, legs out everywhere Sky so empty, sky so blue Snapt, that's how I feel too In case I never made it home, I used to carry a small comb A folding toothbrush, pair of shades, on my old Weekly escapades
The body breaks, it disobeys, betrays its woes and weakness The spirit wanes, the verve decays, that's what I tell myself
I got your email, hope all's well, so glad you rang that silent bell Two ticks, you've got my message Be good to see you now It's summer season in the city, and everyone's so fucking pretty And I drink on my own If you want me, you can get me on the phone
Hello, sorry, I can't take your call. I might be busy, fallen asleep, leave a message
And I don't think I've changed But I just can't find the will I disappear, but I'm happy here I'm thinking I'm fulfilled
I saw your post, you're looking well We're overdue a catch-up The quiet night, a happy hell, that's where I find myself
I got your email, hope all's well, so glad you rang that silent bell Two ticks, you've got my message Be good to see you But it's summer season in the city, and everyone's so fucking pretty And I drink on my own If you want me, you can get me on the phone
Sun is shining, let's pretend my lockdown didn't end I'm cordial, not keen, unseen In this summer season in the city, where everyone's so fucking pretty And I drink on my own If you need me, you can find me on the phoneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
