Lyrics The Squirrel Song - Sunday Driver

The Squirrel Song

When it was autumn and we walked together hand in hand
And kicked the leaves and all the notches as the squirrels played in St.
James’s Park
The smell of bonfires caught the air as you stole our breath away
In a berth of red and gold under the branches where we lay
Your lips felt like honey, your hands felt like bees
And you stung me with your love as the leaves whirled in the autumn sky
Then in the evening we wandered off to drown ourselves
In pints of liquid ***** until we both believed we were someone else
The music played and in that instant I was Marilyn Monroe
But I don’t know who you were and I remember I told you so
Your words felt like poison your touch was disease
And your cancer grew inside me as the leaves whirled in the autumn sky
(humming)
Your lips felt like honey, your hands felt like bees
And you stung me with your love as the leaves whirled in the autumn sky
And you stung me with your love as the leaves whirled in the autumn sky