Eyes soaked by the freshly tarred sun
I drive back home, it’s a little past one
I drive back home, it’s a little past one
A blazing horizon fusing greens, blues
Cuts through windmills whirring loose
Cuts through windmills whirring loose
I slow down the radio playing out loud
and try to take cover under that cloud
Hours of crazy dancing from last night
has left me dreaming in wide daylight
has left me dreaming in wide daylight
The beats are still on inside my mind
as I prepare to face the familiar grind
as I prepare to face the familiar grind
The sea, the sand, the spread & it all
Drew the curtains on last year’s wall
Drew the curtains on last year’s wall
Promising to unveil a piquant journey
quite like cheese finished with honey
Unhindered by the mundane minutia
unfettered like the Caribbean fuchsia
quite like cheese finished with honey
Unhindered by the mundane minutia
unfettered like the Caribbean fuchsia
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that’ll make me lose my sleep in 2013!
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