It s days like these

When you want to lie in bed and dream

When you listen to the rain falling on the plains of Spain

When you smoke your cigarette on the rooftop of your lab

When you tickle your coleagues

When you miss your friends just a bit

When you play some pretend game on messenger ("we are out for a beer although we are in different countries")

When your blue bathrobe wraps you better then a Dior deuxpieces

When you walk on sandy streets, guarded by trees and white churches

 

It's days like these/that would make us sing (Cat Empire)