Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 42

Today is Thursday, the 24th of January 2019.

Summer is almost gone. I have got nothing else to say today. Leave. Believe. And than I draw her face, now I'm a beleaver. Frankie goes to Holyhead... Bah, Humbug!

"Up All Night (Frankie Miller Goes To Bromford)"

Is everybody happy now? Is everybody clear?

We could drive out to the dunes tonight,

'Cause summer's almost here.

I've been up all night,

I might sleep all day,

Get your dreams just right,

Let 'em slip away,

I might sleep all day.

When the roads are clear,

We'll head on out of here,

If you're coming back,

I'll see you in the morning,

I'm just staring at,

The ceiling staring back at me,

Just waiting for the daylight,

To come crawling done on me.

And I've been up all night,

I might sleep all day,

Get your dreams just right,

And let 'em slip away,

I might sleep all day.

Oh, it's too late to get high now,

Oh, it's too late to get high now.

Fix your hair just right,

Put your jeans on tight,

Wear a dress, so I can get it off real easy,

'Cause I've been thinking I'd,

Like to see your eyes,

Open up real wide the minute that you see me,

If you don't come through,

I wouldn't wait for you,

I understand that everyone goes disappearing,

Into the greatest grey,

That covers over everyday,

And hovers in the distance,

And the distance and the distance.

I've been up all night,

I might sleep all day,

Get your dreams just right,

Let 'em slip away,

I might sleep all day.

Oh, it's too late to get high now,

Oh, it's too late to get high now,

I said baby I'm not alone,

I said baby I'm not alone, it's too late,

Oh, baby I'm not alone,

I said Baby I'm not alone, it's too late,

Oh, only wanna get high, it's too late,

Oh I Only wanna get high, I said it's too late,

It's too late, oh.