You were never one for sleeping late
But oh! the working week can wait
We ought to spend today together
You might be less than overjoyed
Unimpressed and unemployed
But I refuse to waste this weather
A midweek midmorning to ourselves
It would be misspent somewhere else
We wasted most of winter feeling
That we should stay inside instead
Lie on our backs on our bed
Beneath the stains upon the ceiling
I was never one for getting up
And catercorner from the pub
I found it difficult deciding
Between the indoors and the out-
But overhead there's not a cloud
That couldn't once have been skywriting
You beside and bluer skies above me
Spring fashion week and don't we both look lovely
Yeah, you beside and bluer skies above me
Spring fashion week and don't we both look lovely