Eli Carvajal - Hopeless Lyrics

How hopeless do you feel
And is our future real
Do you remember when
And what our promise meant
And where our bedroom door
And what our walls were for
And what was in your eyes that I saw
Oh, too brief return
At sweet midsummer's height
City of your birth
And both our growing time
London misses you
London misses me
Dressed in summer bloom
Barely
Every summer since
We set eye on eye
Something in me knew
Time would follow time
Now I'm round with song
Bright with silences
Love me for my voice
And my voicelessness
My dad will wiggle his little feet
Laptop perched on his belly
My mom will sing right through the wall
Making his coffee
They will tie and bind
The pattern of their lives
Watching Monty Don
Every Friday night
It's all our shoot to bend
And all our fence to mend
And by these patterns make
All our nights and days
In our special way
Honouring the old
Kitchen windowpane
Red rose