[ Featuring Thomas Easton ]
Remember when we used to paint
The Royal Park in watercolours?
We watched the Scarlett Oak trees die
In lipstick red and burnt sienna
Kissing until we got bored
You tasted almost alcoholic
The heavens opened and we hid
Under makeshift newspaper brollies
When the world was young, and we were just so aimless
Dipping my toes in your sky-blue irises
Cos summer was over and I
Summer was over and I
Bloomed in November
Bloomed in November
Bloomed in November
Bloomed in November
Remember when we etch-a-sketched
A lush aurora borealis
Talking, people watching
It was as gripping as the walls on acid
We died laughing beneath the war memorial
Soaked to the bone, wasn't it just ideal
Cos summer was over and I
Summer was over and I
Bloomed in November
Bloomed in November
Bloomed in November
Bloomed in November