Well the birds around on this April day
There’s a spring in her step as she walks away
From my door, it’s this time of year
Kick-starts desires
All the butterflies come to show their faces
I swear one's in my stomach is Marie replaces
The winter nights froze me inside out
And it’s frost and not snow
And our hearts are light
Well it’s fresh from now but the margin’s slight
But the earliest signs of bloom seem alright to me
The days drifted on as they like to do
And we like the sun so July just flew straight by
Like the plane that took us to Tuscany
While I’m not one for impulse decisions
I’ll always treasure those Italian visions
I smell Chanel and see the head band on her head
And it’s always so bright at the peak of the day
And that’s how my sun provided the slate
For the best of us seem to be taken down for good
The leaves started changing from green to red
Boris had been put to bed
There was a fight to the wind
As she whistled past my face
Then the fights began to take control
The worst devour the nights alone
Like cold bed sheets
Drag me to a new low
And red is the colour of love, they say
And there’s plenty of red on this autumn day
So why does it feel like it’s slipping through my hands
A white sheet settled on the stony ground
Killed off the last signs of life around
The Christmas lights
The brightest in that month
Marie packed her bags a month ago
It’s a shame her appearance was a cameo
That’s not to say it wasn’t worth the feature at all
Oh and pain they say is twin
To pleasure and I’d rather had felt both
Than never felt anything but the dream of someone
like you
Oh so miss night, I hope my dear
That you sleep sound and that your mind is clear
Though my thirst is greater now
Than it was at the start