Perfect Fishing

Lately
I've watched the light shine through ya all day
Perfect fishing in the month of May
Content without a word to say

Baby
Sometimes the sun feels wasted on me
Skin burns when it's 30 degrees
You know I'd do it any way you please
The seconds are unraveling in every lie I've told
I was left wondering, how was I so young?
But then I feel so old

It's perfect fishing in the month of May
The light winds of Tanqueray
The minutes distorted in every word I say
While you were sleeping, I was creeping 'round the room
Wishing I felt high again

Oh
Ah
No, no, no, nah



Credits
Writer(s): Stefan Blair, Liam Parsons
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