The Squirrel Song - Sunday Driver

When it was autumn and we walked together hand in hand

And kicked the leaves and all the notches as the squirrels played in St.

James’s Park

The smell of bonfires caught the air as you stole our breath away

In a berth of red and gold under the branches where we lay

Your lips felt like honey, your hands felt like bees

And you stung me with your love as the leaves whirled in the autumn sky

Then in the evening we wandered off to drown ourselves

In pints of liquid ***** until we both believed we were someone else

The music played and in that instant I was Marilyn Monroe

But I don’t know who you were and I remember I told you so

Your words felt like poison your touch was disease

And your cancer grew inside me as the leaves whirled in the autumn sky

(humming)

Your lips felt like honey, your hands felt like bees

And you stung me with your love as the leaves whirled in the autumn sky

And you stung me with your love as the leaves whirled in the autumn sky