One day, on a Friday, we had a Sunday afternoon. Incidentally, decadently the two of us cocooned. We lay together, smoking, Our clothes strewn across the floor. The rubble of our existence, locked behind the bedroom door. The bed was soft. The air was warm. The world had gone away. Our Neverland from forgotten sands We remembered how to play We stared up at the ceiling, blue skies in white artex. and hand-in-hand we waited for the drugs to take effect. Outside, we could hear life, roaring in the rain. A melancholic philharmonic, rattling the windowpane. Silently, our thoughts trickled out of our heads- into seas of possibilities around the island of our bed. (Chorus) Tomorrow was as certain, as the day we'd spend undone. A moment grasped. A lifeline gasp. From a time once unbegun. (Verse) Forever, we'd been someone, who fit an us-shaped box. A nondescript conundrum, made out of ticks and blocks. Now we're floating somewhere, on free high tides of hope, cast out from the shackles, of the daily trope. (chorus) Tomorrow can stay certain. Today, we spend undone. A moment grasped. A playful gasp. From a time once unbegun. (verse) Perhaps next month, we'll make a Monday, a Saturday night in June. Play some Desert Island discs, And dance beneath the moon. The stars could be-come memories. The clouds could be our sighs. And in the dark extremities our wild dreams could arrive (chorus) For tomorrow may be certain. But today is already won. We've gone and grasped, a full lung gasp, Of time still unbegun. (verse) Close all the curtains. Lie naked on the floor. Remember that for certain, You deserve all this and more. (Chorus) For tomorrow may be certain, but today is not yet done. With each gasp, make a moment last, and remember how you begun.
