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