Another sun
Or maybe the same
Wakes us early
And forces us to change
Again
But remain very much the same
And hustle into another car
Which gives good news
Exciting scary news.
Us three
Walk down past ruined castles
And beaches
And talk about each other
And laugh about each other
And queue for something
Very much worth queuing for.
Home again
To spend
Another never-ending night
Talking about
How amazing it has been
And I think
How strange it is
That your thoughts are mine
And I cannot wait to wake up
Tomorrow (and for many more tomorrows)
In a good mood
‘I think it might be your fault’
