Perfect Fishing

Lately

I've watched the light shine through ya all day

Perfect fishing in the month of May

Content without a word to say

Baby

Sometimes the sun feels wasted on me

Skin burns when it's 30 degrees

You know I'd do it any way you please

The seconds are unraveling in every lie I've told

I was left wondering, how was I so young?

But then I feel so old

It's perfect fishing in the month of May

The light winds of Tanqueray

The minutes distorted in every word I say

While you were sleeping, I was creeping 'round the room

Wishing I felt high again

Oh

Ah

No, no, no, nah