3 pm, I’m standing in front of the bed, hot breeze out there, summer souls are in our home, cobblestone leads to the sun, you waiting for something to go, maybe a cup of apricot. 

Music in the room, moon upon the roof, dancing to the Beatles, laughing at our accents, we don’t have a mysterious box to show this love, we just got vinyl and a sense of belief, would that be enough? 

Sunday nights, we got dinner in a downtown bar with, an old facade, big clocks showing the end of the day, tables on pavements, a vodka in our mouths, “we can try?”I said, “They’re staring,” you said, just taste the bread they always serve.

High wasted pants, mustard ties, Oxford shoes, and gridded coat, the man of times, everyone wants the perfect life you have in a hazy town, I would’ve thought twice, cause you were another fraud, with your sports car and a cigarette in your mouth, blues is dead now.

Dancing in the rain of the past decade, living below their words, we can’t touch, we can’t love, you wanna be my world, but don’t wanna leave the dance floor, the 80s feeling is upon us, run before you lose your mind.

I’m living in the new age but I’m feeling the 80s all this time with you by my side. I think I can’t go back any day now, this is the goodbye!