Julian
Jules, where you off to?
What has this sad world done to you?
Meet me outside,
in the soft rain
and streetlights,
and I'll remind you...
of your own advice.
Smoking on a park bench.
If we were there I'd kiss you.
But I guess those days are old
when you were never cold.
Julian.
Jules, where you off to?
How could a dark cloud set on you?
Warm as a summer sun
and better than most anyone.
Tell me,
what did I do?
Come on, Julian,
Let's record a song again.
Julian.