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Today the sun is shining and I feel a million dollars |
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And I don't need reminding that I own eleven cents |
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The winter of my discount tent when we first met each other |
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Became the summer of the seventeenth dole payment |
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And we became best friends |
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I can see through open doors |
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There's someone sitting on the staircase |
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This house used to be yours |
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We used to turn it upside down |
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Now it's the right way up and the grass is cut |
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But it'll never quite be their place |
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I haven't seen you for a while |
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You should come round |
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You should come round if you're not too busy |
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Come round and we'll throw the frisbee |
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Come round, tell me that you miss me |
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Are you sure you thought through the things we said that Thursday |
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You were on and off my doorstep but you're often on my mind |
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And I've still got the alarm clock that you bought me for my birthday |
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And I wake up at nine |
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There's no present like the time |
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Come round if you're not too busy |
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Come round and we'll throw the frisbee |
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Come round, tell me that you miss me |
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With love from me to you and back again |
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I haven't got a clue what's happening |
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I only know with you I'm happy |
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And that's good enough for me |
