It's impolite to say this is the best summer ever,
Especially not in the presence of farmers,
Who're living through disaster,
You see the harbour glistening...
This weather is a splendid thing,
We walk into the water singing.
In urban parks the burnt pink limbs of lovers entangled
Acting like mayflies these sunkissed loves
So doomed and so fragile
The city lights are twinkling...
This love is just astonishing,
We gaze at all the buildings singing
Why should we now – why should we now end this?
Just cos the sun's going down
Just cos the air's getting cooler
I think we're going to be another century.