Modern rustic and rainy days
Pages fall, words fail
Spiced apples and caramel
Dreaming of a home we can’t afford
An umbrella pulls us closer, or tries
Whilst arcade games cheat and lie
Cherry lips on cherry lips
And on windy piers I forget the cold
Because we’re sitting back propped by the fire
Apple crumble after Shepherd’s pie
Then it’s Bears Den and The Great Gatsby
A soundtrack to spontaneity
It’s selfish of me to want this
And selfless to want to share it with you
I forgive you for everything you haven’t done
And probably will never do
Are you giving it up?
Never, I will never give it up.