New - Thea Gilmore

Friday’s humming summer

And the whiskey sun is running

Out the night sky

I am here watching your form

Slowly pacing in the dawn

As all the stars die

Yeah you’re like a hit, you are tailored just to fit

The changing season

Baby, what is this?

We are two star crossed bits

Of an equation

Is it that you’re shining?

Is it your endgame talk?

You’re like a suntan in November

Or December in New York

I will tune in to the radio

To hear some guy on some show

Sing like chocolate

No its not my job to be sentimental

Yeah, I swear it was accidental

It just turned out like that

Is it that you’re shining?

Is it your endgame talk?

You’re like a suntan in November

Or December in New York

December in New York

I know I should be spitting bitter

Just for interest it’s more fitting

For a girl like me

But I am standing here

Amid politics and tears

And I’m shouting loudly

And the dustcart is slugging

Its way around the corner

In the morning

And if you listen close

You’ll hear the fairylights and smoke

Of the East Coast calling

Is it that you’re shining?

Is it your endgame talk?

You’re like a suntan in November

Or December in New York

December in New York

December in New York