22, Melbourne. Singer, guitarist, beachlover, not-so-secret-nerd.
Black trackpants,
Show what I’m packing,
Make me happy,
That I’m not lacking
Mick Jagger t-shirt,
Makes people stare,
It shows his nipple,
But I don’t care
Wayfarer sunglasses,
Block out the sun,
Their darkness allows,
My eyes to have fun.
Yves Saint Laurent,
Makes me smell good,
Women who like it,
They make me food
Meet me in the morning,
When the sky is new,
Meet me at your doorstep,
I will come to you
Meet me in the afternoon,
When the sun it flies,
Meet me by the beach,
We’re gonna turn the tide
Meet me in the evening,
When the city talks,
Meet me on the esplanade,
Arm in arm we’ll walk
The pursuit of love seems endless,
Like the rising sun,
I watch her back turning,
The day has just begun
The pursuit of love seems constant,
Like the blue of the sky,
If I can’t get a handle,
What colour blue am I?
The King watches the world work,
A man upon celebrated throne
He needs the world, so he will know,
That he is not alone
Heaven reserves no place for him,
The King has bathed in sin,
For all the gold and beauty in the world,
St Peter wouldn’t let him in
Strip him of his crown,
Strip him to the truth,
Strip The King naked and
The King is a court jester too
He’d have his head on a silver platter,
So the world would know he was not alone
