Twenty-four hours

I missed the view across the Pennines
But caught the sun on one side of my face through the window facing west
Where memories twist like an ampersand
Fade like the stamp from a club night on the back of my hand

Just came in from the south side of town
For 24 hours of summer
And stayed for the second act
365 days of summer

I missed the last song of the encore
Then saw the singer sell t-shirts outside and catch the bus home alone
Where melodies twist like chimney smoke
Fade like the taste of cheap wine, drunk alfresco ’til the sun comes up
Until the sun comes up

I just came in from the south side of town
For 24 hours of summer
And stayed for a flick of your hair
365 days of summer

Hang on, I can’t quite feel the sunset
Hang on, I don’t believe there’s a north or south side of town
Hang on, I can’t quite hear the melody from the noise
Hang on, I can’t quite tell if it’s summer anymore

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