Lyrics: Gus Unger-Hamilton/Joe Newman/Thom Sonny Green
Music: Gus Unger-Hamilton/Joe Newman/Thom Sonny Green
Hallelujah, I'm listening to a recording of you sleeping next to me
A cappella, I'm listening to you cover Elliot Smith's "Angeles"
It's these times I'll need if you go
It's these times I'll need if you go, so:
Get better, my darling
I know you will
Get better, my darling
I know you will get better
I'm drawn to the motorway
The cold whoosh of trucks passing
This nighttime under sodium light
The orange spread is soul-quieting
A younger you and a younger me
Meeting at the serpentine
I am yours, you are mine
Happy Birthday, stuff smuggled in a cred I made
It rests under your pillow
When out of ICU, you'll cringe at all the, "I Love Yous"
That cred retired the life of one biro
At this time, I wanted you to know
At this time, I wanted you to know
Get better, my darling
I hope you will
Get better, my darling
I hope you will get better
I'll start the day with Tiramisu
Raise a spoon to frontline workers
An underfunded
Principle
They risk all to be there for us
A younger you and a younger me
Meeting at the Serpentine
l am yours, you are mine
You were the baker, I'll christen this new era
With the smell of freshly baked bread
Your Nutella, I'll keep it in the cellar
You were always a fan of that spread
Six months on
There's a car crash outside, the fire brigade
Using the Jaws of Life, no flush at night
To sound your return, I still pretend
You're only out of sight
Front garden bouquet, I threw it at the fire brigade
I was admonished and told to, "Go back inside"
From the living room window
I stand and watch the white sheet go
Over the family car and I close my eyes
I still pretend
You're only out of sight, in another room
Smiling at your phone, I still pretend
You're only out of sight, in another room
Smiling at your phone, I still pretend
You're only out of sight, in another room
Smiling at your phone, I still pretend
You're only out of sight, in another room
Smiling at your phone, I still pretend
A younger me
A younger you
Meeting at the Serpentine
The beginning of spring, you wore those yellow ripped jeans
Your look defined my 2009
Your shyness stoked my boldness
"Shall we go in?", I smiled
Your hand warmed, walking through the gallery
(Get better)
I know I will
(Get better)
My darling
I know I will