you taste like spring on a winter's night
you feel like a summer breeze
you sound like chimes on a christmas eve
and move with sunday ease
it's like a bolt from the blue
it's crazy how i didn't notice you
standing right in front for the longest time

strawberry fields forever
this ride's like a slowboat to china
no looking back
the days are packed
let's melt away into each other

you're my favourite waste of time
you're my rhythm and my rhyme

they say we're never going to work
what do they know?
they say it's all a flash in a pan
'i told you so's
they say we're never going to make it
it's never in the plan

but we could make it happen
we could make it work
just wish upon the brightest moon
and someday soon we'll see this through
just me and you.

forget every sceptical notion
ignore every cynical tone
just keep your eye on that finish-line
and soon we'll both be home

wish

(something silly i wrote during those self-destructive days after a bad break up)

woke up this morning with an axe in my head
had too much vodka while getting laid
don't know what day it is or what's her name
we keep playing this self-destructive game

made some coffee, tried to find my shoes
came home without them, just a bottle of booze
it's the same ol fucking tune we sing ourselves each day
it's called the 'keeptellingyourselfthat' blues

drove out to find answers, came back with none
too much thinking, and nothing is done
it's the same ol fucking tune we sing ourselves each day
it's called the 'keeptellingyourselfthat' blues

Viv Loh