These Days

Oh, the way this endless haze

In that time following Boxing Day

The heat from the sun, it radiates

The street is quiet, everyone's away

The pub is the only thing open I'd say

And sadness comes and goes in waves

And I'll wait on you

I'll dream on you

For these days

For these days

The river's have got a pretty good flow

So we'll head down in an hour or so

I haven't bothered looking at my phone

We should all catch up, wait till dawn arrives

You recognise your neighbors by the cars they drive

Don't give me gin, we all know it makes me cry

And I'll wait on you

I'll dream on you

For these days

For these days

And I'll wait on you

I'll dream on you

For these days

For these days

For these days

For these days