Lyric Southernmost

Weekends away:
These were the happiest days
Ill with the thrill of the chase
They d take a train
Take off Friday for the coast
In summer they d go southernmost
Where the sky was swimming-pool blue
And the swimming pool was too

And every single weekend
They d dive in at the deep end
And come Monday morning
His skin still smelled like chlorine

Remember when forever seemed just fine?
Seen through glasses of rose coloured wine
They d sit up all night talking
Now she s sound asleep to the sound of his walkman

And every single weekend
The divide between them deepens
A curse across the kitchen
He might still be within spitting distance
But there s only one way to find out...

Take heart
Take a train to the coast
Take heart
Take a train southernmost
Take heart