Annie

We can sometimes squeeze, from each breath taken, a moment of ease, it makes me swoon, an unwashed face happy, in this bohemian room, outside's a sycamore tree, cars park in the rain, sunlight cuts the breeze, they’re playing our tune, forget lovely holidays, a lorry goes by vroom, painting feeds our frenzy, the bed is a cradle, stars above eternity, we dance on the avenue, each worry tossed away, find our own good news, hear bartenders speak, go go baby create, laugh at the lovely beat, love is what remains.