Daydream

This is the good life in the country Looking for driftwood at the local beach And we take our time when we look for shells And we take our time to relax ourselves As I open my grade two listed sash timber window The sound of the street doesn’t get much louder particularly On account of the single glazed, twelve pane panel TV street scene I can feel an air gap even when the window’s closed Between the frame and the lathe and plaster biscuit wall construction I look left and I look right and the seagulls looks straight back at me It’s their town now and they own the sound, the day, the night And I’ve been sleeping so much recently I remember walking up to the brewery to buy tickets for a show And Josh Christie was there like some kind of timeless bronze statue Even though he doesn’t live here any more And we take our time when we look for shells Waiting for the tide to turn And we take our time to relax ourselves I’ll stay in bed and thinking of the things you said It’s in my head, forever in a daydream And we take our time when we look for shells And we take our time to relax ourselves And we take our time when we look for shells Waiting for the tide to turn And we take our time to relax ourselves I’ll stay in bed and thinking of the things you said It’s in my head, forever in a daydream I’ll stay in bed and thinking of the things you said It’s in my head, forever in a daydream --- Daydream - Hearing Aid Beige