Lately
All skies looking tangerine
And my guy's looking luxury
But you can't see what's underneath
It's easy
When he rests his head onto me
Though it's not quite recovery
From a life pushing down on me
So can we
Just sleep 'til the summertime
And leave all this shit behind
Kiss on the shore
Turn the lock on the door
So can we
Just sleep 'til the summertime
And leave all this shit behind
Kiss on the shore
Turn the lock on the door
So can we
Just sleep 'til the summertime
And leave all this shit behind
Kiss on the shore
Turn the lock on the door
So can we
Just sleep 'til the summertime
And leave all this shit behind
Kiss on the shore
Turn the lock on the door
I wrote this in a particularly dark period of the COVID lockdowns – it was winter and I’d been living in a freezing, uninsulated flat. I was dreaming of just running away to somewhere warm and picturesque. There is a feeling that I often touch on – the feeling of not quite being
comfortable or satis...