Summer Season

Sun is shining, I don't care Shoulders, legs out everywhere Sky so empty, sky so blue Snap, that's how I feel too In case I never made it home I used to carry a small comb A folding toothbrush, pair of shades On my old weekly escapades The body breaks, it disobeys Betrays its woes and weakness The spirit wanes, the verve decays That's what I tell myself I got your email, hope all's well So glad you rang that silent bell Two ticks, you've got my message Be good to see you now It's summer season in the city And everyone's so fucking pretty And I drink on my own If you want me, you can get me on the phone Hello, sorry, I can't take your call I'm either busy or asleep, leave a message And I don't think I've changed But I just can't find the will I disappear but I'm happy here I'm thinking I'm fulfilled I saw your post, you're looking well We're overdue a catch-up The quiet night, a happy hell That's where I find myself I got your email, hope all's well So glad you rang that silent bell Two ticks, you've got my message Be good to see you But it's summer season in the city And everyone's so fucking pretty And I drink on my own If you want me, you can get me on the phone Sun is shining, let's pretend My lockdown didn't end I'm cordial, not keen, unseen In this summer season in the city (summer season) Where everyone's so fucking pretty (in the city) And I drink on my own If you need me, you can find me on the phone