Another Century

It's impolite to say this is the best summer ever
Especially not in the presence of farmers
Who're living through disaster
But oh-oh-oh
You see the harbour glistening...
This weather is a splendid thing
We walk into the water singing

In urban parks the burnt pink limbs of lovers entangled
Acting like mayflies these sunkissed loves
So doomed and so fragile
But oh-oh-oh
The city lights are twinkling...
This love is just astonishing
We gaze at all the buildings singing

Why should we now – why should we now end this?
Just cos the sun's going down
Just cos the air's getting cooler
I think we're going to be another century