At Hove. In a stranger’s home.
We could be friends, Daniel.
You and me. Though I doubt
Even then I’d feel more at home.
The seagulls are drowning out the Beatles;
The English air smells friendly,
Like salt water.
At Hove. In a stranger’s home.
We could be friends, Daniel.
You and me. Though I doubt
Even then I’d feel more at home.
The seagulls are drowning out the Beatles;
The English air smells friendly,
Like salt water.