(sometime by the leisure pool the skin is out
it varies but the theme is strong there doesn't seem much doubt
that celery beats apples pears and kiwi fruit
and birthday's so amazing but will never suit
my love for you)

nighttime in the turbine with the music loud
your soft words lost to the admiring crowd
drinking more than sensible while you must pass
drawing on the table with the bottom of my glass
my love for you

morning to the old town for museums and shiz
your joy way more than coffee based or artifical whizz
the picnic kind of buggered but there's no hard clock
so back to base the pub the bar to arguably unlock
my love for you

afternoon tomato and the talk is thick
with apps and tops and maybes and hair-raising pics
confessions are so ugly but incomplete
the hypothetical's just that it still can't beat
my love for you

nighttime at the airport and it's all but done
imaginary seduction is the only one
the empty lounge is life and typical luck
finally but probly not it's high time to re-tuck
my love for you