Feels liks Bill Withers, still with us
I know the flowers still wither in the chill winters
Sitting on my window sill, I still shiver
When the wind blows, will you still give us
Sunshine when we climbed over Primrose hill
I was young and you were young
I felt your lips go still, frozen in the moment
Felt your grip grow, steel, cold steel
On your tip toe even in those heels, gold peels
Of orange summer dreams wouldn’t seem eclipsed by real 
 
Life, we had a way of running out,
Like time does, with a sudden shout,
Looking out, the skies blood, dripping out silver
The rain came like whipping ropes
Tipping over carriages, tripping on the slipping slopes
Of living close, a little soaked thinking most marriages
Are prison boats, plain sailing simply is a hoax,
I miss you though, last saw you sinking
Even when we’re swimming, I remember it with different strokes
 
Now what you talking about?
 
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Felt like Hugh Grant stumbling through Notting Hill
I was a new man, wondering where you got to still?
In the market to replace us, said you wanted space
I gave you charming acres, harvesting the faintest
Hearted feelings, I’m a villain how I faked it –
Raking up the past while you break another glass
Dress spilling out the cases, how hastily you pack
For a long vacation, said you’re never coming back
 
And you didn’t 
I may as well have the sunshine to do bidding,
I may as well have asked the moon,
To readjust the rhythm
Of the ocean always kissing on the shorelines
Of Britain
 
Hitting promenades and strolling on the coast,
You see the couples coupled up, and cuddled up
Against their coats, while the boats ride the tide
With the patience of a lover, I sank a couple up in my time
I pray that I don’t sink another
Thinking of her, realizing I was never really in love,
With anyone before her, it was all mirages in clubs
Smoke screens, alcohol eclipses, planetary crashes
In the patches of her lipstick, this is –

Shine all inside your song...
and ain’t no sunshine, until you find your brightest one...