its like its 1957 or something i dont know
its nighttime its all so cozy
its all candle lit n pink
its so bedroomy
its so untouchable here
that soft serenading music
that extra touch that warm white emptiness
that loveliness those flowers gently closing down
the mind all furry all fuzzy all fury abated
slip into this my dear
oh these are the old days come back
we are comfortable comfortable beyond comfort
we have come from the future satiated
we reenter a black n white world
a world of cups of tea n gentle endless rain
its england my england remade in my own english way
the way i wanted england to be but it never was
so i made my england up
its warm n nice here in the past
no bloody sound ‘cept that fire crackling deliciously in our hearth
you n me n that little dog make um three of course
and our little fish swimming round n round
outside the sky is purple
the rain fallls in the streetlamps n in the headlights
the rain falls like rain in a novel
me and my melancholy baby
my tender little babykins
we in cottonwool here
on this autumn smoky purple night
with our marmalade with our hot chocolates
with our jarmies on
with our comfy old slippers
with our music playing from somewhere
as the rain comes down on our roof
as we sit together on the setee
as i do the crossword and you read a magazine
how we talk about the garden out there in the rain
oh you look so natural in the whitish pinkish glow
you look happy reading your magazine
thats our song playing now
thats it listen to those words
i remember yesterday like it was tomorrow
you left me a loan when i wanted to borrow
you said you would love me come what may
but what came just may be considered today
i read the rest of the newspaper
2 boys stole an ice cream at haddock head
a policeman in blackthorn found a ring missing for 2 years
wimble and marsh open their new haberdashery on the high street
local boy wins pigeon contest
bill turner-strutt to marry miss martina giddings of swansea, wales
the night moves from purple to deep mauve
oh i have a hot bath and i watch the rain on the pane
baby you come in and talk to me as i float in the tub
you suck on a throat pastille
the bathroom is peaceful
the water makes a gentle sloshing sound
its nearly thursday
we’ll sleep in
it might even snow tomorrow some one said
its nice here
so sleepy now
so safe and warm n sleepy
cuddle up
thats the way
oh your pyjamas smell nice
yes yes goodnight darling
goodnight sweetheart
yes
i love you too
yes
goodnight
aahhh