lana was the cocktail maid who got us in at the bar before dimming the open sign
never were our glasses dry of medicine
she was sure to pour the right amount to help survive the time
back in our french paradise i wandered into the market for the best legs i could find
god i think of simpler days as golden years like a hovering cliché i swore would never fill my mind
surprised we'd see each other across le grand marché
every day the lightings pink like lemonade as we lay and watch the sunset paint the sky
never were our fears about lost memory, or to think we would grow old and not remember a good time
surprised we’d see each other across le grand marché
how can i be sure on holiday?
how can i be sure to always...?
how can i be sure you'll call on me?
how can i be sure to only be yours?
from big waste
releases December 30, 2017
cassorla (guitar/organ/piano/synth/midi flute)
sample of pimp daddy's "got to be real", written by edgar jenkins, don henry (bmi), and anthony rout (bmi), appears courtesy of full pack publishing co.