

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
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
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
And this space I’m falling thru now
While surrendering to you
I would do
Almost anything
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