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Hawksley Workman
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Bicycle, bicycle, bicycle days
Riding through the hayfields
Riding through the haze
Just giving into summer
Giving yourself away
We never came here
Looking to dispel any notions
Looking to mop up any oceans
But just to see the sun upon your face
With the sunnies on we bought you in Venice
A little oversized with Carl Zeiss lenses
Our kind of love just can't be pretended
Ice cream and sardines and bottles of beer
You lay reading on the shoreline while I float in the waves
And mothers with their naked children
Let them run and play
I didn't come here to be a different person
Didn't leave a mess behind in favour of searching
We're not the kind to run away when we're hurting
When the church bells ring we'll wake up at 7
To hanging laundry and stairways to heaven
And quiet monastery cats that will beckon
There's a tall ship on the horizon there
Makes it looks like it's just a lie that we'll believe
As we sit under a tree
Maybe the train strike will never be over
We'll send a letter home when the weather gets colder
Then we'll drag our bags through the old Pisa airport
When we get back we'll try to live like we lived there
To no avail 'cause the time is so different
You only ever are yourself it's for certain