From the first day I saw her I knew she was the one
She stared in my eyes and smiled
For her lips were the colour of the roses
That grew down the river, all bloody and wild
Comment vous appelez-vous?
Belle de jour.
I know what it is to be broken and be bold
Tell you that my silver is gold
As I reach for a peach, slide a rind down behind
A sofa in San Tropez, breaking a stick with a brick on the sand
Feel the vibe of the urban life, where minimalistic shapes and sophisticated details creates the sense of a timeless togetherness
Ashes to ashes, funk to funky. We know Major Tom’s a junkie. Strung out in heaven’s high. Hitting an all-time low.
Plant the seeds in early spring as soon as the ground thaws. the sun will soon thaw the snow and ice, our cold fingers and toes eventually thawed