May may seem like November.
Sun, a word hard to remember.
Good food is always out of reach.
You'd kill for skewers by the beach.

Take a walk down the park
or by the river after dark.
Stand on the bridge and close your eyes.
Forget the city's mad disguise.

It is the wind violently blowing.
It is the buskers that keep going.
The night bus that wakes you up.
Your life feeling so messed up.

Just let this music touch your heart.
And sing along. Was it that bad?