Lyrics: James Webb/Rebekah Watson
Music: James Webb
Sweet cinnamon. Rhythm and swimming in sun-kissed waves,
Or the light brimming in moonlit caves,
Skin’s imprinting that my son’s grip makes
Serotonin when I lift those weights.
A newborn face that doesn’t know hate.
Autumn school-runs, not a moment late.
Leaves crunch under feet as they close the gate.
Headphones listening to the tones of greats.
Sunshine glistening on a frozen lake.
By the fireplace when it’s cold and late.
Or a face that will own mistakes.
Poetry that takes from the notes I make.
A hot bath bubbling for bones that ache.
Digesting love from the home it’s baked.
Reconnecting after being in a lonely place.
Or reflecting when you’re feeling in a hopeful state.
Sweet cinnamon. Rhythm and swimming in sun-kissed waves,
Beautiful days. Beautiful days.
These are beautiful days.
Beautiful days. Beautiful days.