Wooden Decks
On wooden decks
Surrounded by concrete, there's you
And your cigarette
You're weaving the tales
With the smoke as you breath
About all the adventures we've left
How we'll sail across the ocean on an air-conditioned yacht
How upon our return we'll recycle
A lot
How we'll climb mountains like you did in Russia
We'll reach such great heights
'Cause that's something we'd love to do
With our time
I'm on a wooden deck
Surrounded by trees and jacuzzis
And beaches and wine
Whilst you're stuck in an air-conditioned office
Waiting for the right
Time to resign
So I'll hold your hand in the airport
Your face in the car
And we'll drive as far as we need
To where we both are
And I'll sing into mics wrapped with battery-powered fairy lights
And you'll find something you'd love to do
With your time
'Cause these are the minutes
And hours that make up our days
And this is your life
And you get to choose your own way
So we'll sail across the ocean, mark off cities
In the atlas
And make doing what we love
Common
Practice
