Do you remember the times you'd ride your bike
Through villages and turnpikes to see me at night?
And I'd write your name in permanent marker on every lamp post
In this f*cking postcode
So take me home
With you I've got nowhere else to go
Breathing slow
TV on with the volume down low
Recently it's the days sitting by the lake
The summer makes your skin change
Me, I just go from white to red to pale
You told me of a place where beach and woodland embrace
It would be nice to visit one day