Hazy sunshine

It’s getting hot in here

Static tingle of the pin on skin

And my return unclear

From this seductionary sin

I feel my fingers twitch

As I fumble with buttons one by one

Clock on the window ticks

Like an unexploded bomb

Cosmic traces

Stars colliding

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Hey Hazy sunshine

You’ve got to be

My favourite waste of time

And your kiss always blows my mind

And I can’t get enough

I hear the rain pipes pour

Cleansing souls down on the dirty streets

And you come knocking at my door

I can’t wait to let you in

Cause you take me to that place

A place where noting ever feels the same

Then you slap me on my face

Just to bring me back again

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Hey Hazy sunshine

You’ve got to be

My favourite waste of time

And your kiss always blows my mind

And I can’t get enough

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And this space I’m falling thru now

While surrendering to you

I would do

Almost anything

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Hey Hazy sunshine

You’ve got to be

My favourite waste of time

And your kiss always blows my mind

And I can’t get enough

I can’t get enough

I can’t get enough

No, I can’t get enough

 

Don Mescall

Notting Hill Music Publishing