Wrote a song about summer when I was in hospital wishing there was a window + some sunshine.
Lyrics:
We can wake and bake
By the Rowing Lake
I’ll bring a picnic full of your favourites
Because you’re sweet and I’m savoury
We’ll giggle and wriggle in the grass
With a glass of red of wine
I don’t even want to call you mine
Because why would you coop up a songbird in a cage
Just so they can sing for only you
But let me call you sugar ‘cause your words are super sweet
And every string your strum holds the thoughts that
lie between
So will you wear my daisy chains
Give me piggy backs on request
Grandad trousers and mud stains
Cheeks tickled pink like a Robin’s breast
Can we discuss Sartre, Camus, Simone de Beauvoir?
Pretend we’re in a French coffee shop smoking a cigar
And will you still be by my side as I read
1225 pages of ‘War and Peace’
Sugar, we can wake and back etc.