Let me pretend our life is normal
there's no illness here
as I lay beneath the covers

With you
My dear

Under the covers
on a chilled mornings day
Outside beyond our window
children are at play
Freshly brewed coffee
drifting in on the air

As we lay
beneath the covers
without a care

Spring flowers bloom
their perfume
dancing in on the breeze
Hear the Kookaburras laughing
outside in the trees
Dogs bark in the distance
a few streets away

But under the covers
nice and cosy
is where we shall stay

Till it's time to get started
on our day ahead
But for now I'm quite content
under the covers with you
in our bed

At Tommy’s age of being seven,
He had a friend named Augusto.
This is his own imaginary friend,
He was so nice, he loved him so.

They’d play and laughed together,
Thinking that he wouldn’t hurt him.
Young as he was, he was so clever,
Wanting him to meet his friend Tim.

Augusto wanted for him for a friend,
Tommy introduced him, he was nice.
Tim wanted this for Tommy to begin,
Just they played together till the night.

Then the night came and he vanished,
Tommy was so sad that he was leaving.
He cried all night till he had no tears left,
Just as the sun rose, he was back again.