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Daydream
by Hearing Aid Beige
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This is the good life in the country
Looking for driftwood at the local beach
And we take our time when we look for shells
And we take our time to relax ourselves
As I open my grade two listed sash timber window
The sound of the street doesn’t get much louder particularly
On account of the single glazed, twelve pane panel TV street scene
I can feel an air gap even when the window’s closed
Between the frame and the lathe and plaster biscuit wall construction
I look left and I look right and the seagulls looks straight back at me
It’s their town now and they own the sound, the day, the night
And I’ve been sleeping so much recently
I remember walking up to the brewery to buy tickets for a show
And Josh Christie was there like some kind of timeless bronze statue
Even though he doesn’t live here any more
And we take our time when we look for shells
Waiting for the tide to turn
And we take our time to relax ourselves
I’ll stay in bed and thinking of the things you said
It’s in my head, forever in a daydream
And we take our time when we look for shells
And we take our time to relax ourselves
And we take our time when we look for shells
Waiting for the tide to turn
And we take our time to relax ourselves
I’ll stay in bed and thinking of the things you said
It’s in my head, forever in a daydream
I’ll stay in bed and thinking of the things you said
It’s in my head, forever in a daydream
This is the good life in the country
Looking for driftwood at the local beach
And we take our time when we look for shells
And we take our time to relax ourselves
As I open my grade two listed sash timber window
The sound of the street doesn’t get much louder particularly
On account of the single glazed, twelve pane panel TV street scene
I can feel an air gap even when the window’s closed
Between the frame and the lathe and plaster biscuit wall construction
I look left and I look right and the seagulls looks straight back at me
It’s their town now and they own the sound, the day, the night
And I’ve been sleeping so much recently
I remember walking up to the brewery to buy tickets for a show
And Josh Christie was there like some kind of timeless bronze statue
Even though he doesn’t live here any more
And we take our time when we look for shells
Waiting for the tide to turn
And we take our time to relax ourselves
I’ll stay in bed and thinking of the things you said
It’s in my head, forever in a daydream
And we take our time when we look for shells
And we take our time to relax ourselves
And we take our time when we look for shells
Waiting for the tide to turn
And we take our time to relax ourselves
I’ll stay in bed and thinking of the things you said
It’s in my head, forever in a daydream
I’ll stay in bed and thinking of the things you said
It’s in my head, forever in a daydream
