作词 : Matthew Field
作曲 : Matthew Field
Need new curtain rods
More Nespresso pods
But I don't feel like drivin'
Don't know what the matter is
But I fight my demons with
Spears of asparagus
Pull down the bamboo blinds
Pour out the natural wine
Reread the openin' line
And as the Amazon burns
I water my little fern
I bought on Amazon Prime
When I wanted your hand
You were just a mirage
Now you wanna make plans
But I'm just a collage
Of everything
You've ever dreamed of
Winter morning sun
Get the Wordle done
Watchin' Wimbledon
On a giant Samsung
With nowhere to run
And no way to know
Whether I've done
Enough
Lie on the raffia rug
To 'Eric Clapton: Unplugged'
Play tug of war with my pug
Rewatch a scene from 'The Trip'
Wait for the coffee to drip
Into my Carrol Boyes mug
When I wanted your hand
You were just a mirage
Now you wanna make plans
But I'm just a collage
Of everything
You've ever dreamed of
(Somethin' to cleanse your palate now)
Like a song in a different key
Or a ball of coffee beans
Pickled ginger
When I wanted your hand
You were just a mirage
Now you wanna make plans
But I'm just a collage
Of everything
You've ever dreamed of
When I wanted your hand
You were just a mirage
Now you wanna make plans
But I'm just a collage
Of everything, everything