Friday night party, back in London

 

I always want to leave via the window

 

The night beckons to me while the room hums

 

Cut-out buildings against the sky

 

Just like they were in Salvador

 

And the moon that pulls, pulls, pulls

 

I don´t know whether my face is smiling or sad

 

Only that I can´t hold it in the way you do

 

I want to belong but I can´t,

 

Trying to leave the room before it happens

 

The umbrella ignites in my chest

 

My feet leave the ground

 

The sun bursts out of my face

 

Carrying me up away from the party

 

Over the stone church spire

 

 

I want to go to Salvador

 

Let there be no more sadness

 

Let's do cartwheels into the sea at sundown

 

Breeze past the ever-changing coves

 

The glittering million shades of blue in the

 

White-gold Atlantic light

 

Let´s strut with pride

 

Not hide ourselves for a better day

 

Let´s buy nothing and have everything

 

Let´s sing whether it's any good or not

 

Dance half-naked round your front room

 

Make clothes so that we look like queens

 

Celebrate the craziness of what´s around us.

 

Let there be no more pots of gold at the end

 

I don´t want to miss the rainbow right above us.

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