I’d like to stand hand in hand
In my local coffee shop
Whilst waiting for the man
To serve our favourite drinks
We could share a croissant or a piece of cake
And sit at a table by the window
to watch the people walking by.
Now and again we’d share a joke
about what we’ve just seen
We’d probably look at our phones
and you’d be always busy with something
that must be done right now
But that would be ok
because when we get home
we would become one again
as only lovers can.
Sep 3, 2023
Sep 3, 2023 at 6:35 AM UTC
I’d like to stand hand in hand
In my local coffee shop
Whilst waiting for the man
To serve our favourite drinks
We could share a croissant or a piece of cake
And sit at a table by the window
to watch the people walking by.
Now and again we’d share a joke
about what we’ve just seen
We’d probably look at our phones
and you’d be always busy with something
that must be done right now
But that would be ok
because when we get home
we would become one again
as only lovers can.
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