Another Century

It's impolite to say this is the best summer ever

Especially not in the presence of farmers

Who're living through disaster

But oh-oh-oh

You see the harbour glistening...

This weather is a splendid thing

We walk into the water singing

In urban parks the burnt pink limbs of lovers entangled

Acting like mayflies these sunkissed loves

So doomed and so fragile

But oh-oh-oh

The city lights are twinkling...

This love is just astonishing

We gaze at all the buildings singing

Why should we now – why should we now end this?

Just cos the sun's going down

Just cos the air's getting cooler

I think we're going to be another century