Tip toeing over fractured grass, past the boozy summer's air.

My thoughts rest upon the table, sprawled through kitchenware.

Burnt brownies and a cup of coke, mix our spirits well.

Trampolining to a picnic rug, our heads and hearts to swell.

Gone wandering around the streets, underage but no one's here.

Call out loud to the neighbourhood, but our songs they disappear.

Delight around a makeshift fire, sinking back into the beach.

Writing notes of history, dating thoughts we want to teach...

our future selves.

We find our way around this sleepy neighbour-hooded town

We'll drink all for our plight, in this ordinary...

Saturday night.

Saturday night.

(Instrumental).

(Instrumental).