✈️ Summer on a Greek island | Nothing On The Calendar #greece #music #ailig

Link to track - NOTHING ON THE CALENDAR https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=fHKC4BG8KNw&si=SphRc7PBnEw3a10x Podcast - NOTHING ON THE CALENDAR https://youtu.be/WJheN6b7GqU Check Out the YouTube Artist Channel: https://www.youtube.com/@AI-lig Music available on all music streaming services Lyrics: MY MONDAY HAS BETTER BEATS -------------------------------------------------------------- I packed three dresses For the parties, Two pairs of shoes I couldn't walk in, And every version Of myself I thought I'd need. They said: "A house above the water, Summer on a Greek island, Just keep an eye on everything." I heard: Sun, Sea, Beautiful strangers... And absolutely No responsibility. Close enough. First morning I woke at ten. No music Through the walls. No phone Beside my pillow Telling me Where everybody was. Just curtains Moving slowly, Some ridiculous blue Outside, And for the first time In forever... I didn't wonder what I was missing. Funny. I came here For the summer. Maybe the summer Came here For me. Nothing on the calendar. Nothing I should be. Nothing waiting downtown. Nobody waiting To see me. Let the whole world Have tonight. I've got tomatoes, Bread and wine And an afternoon With absolutely Nothing In mind. I used to think That silence Meant the party Had gone wrong. Now I hear The kitchen window, Water, Wind, A distant song. I swim until The sunlight Turns the ceiling Into gold. Apparently Doing nothing Takes some practice To get good. Nothing on the calendar. Nothing I should be. No perfect little photograph To prove I'm really me. Let the whole world Have tonight. I've got bare feet, Bread and time. Turns out An empty afternoon Can make A pretty full life. Sometimes My old life calls. I watch the screen Light up. Someone asks: "Where are you?" I look toward the sea... And think: That's actually A very good question. I don't know Who owns this place. Never asked. Don't really care. Someone somewhere Has the money. I just have The better chair. And every evening From the terrace, When the water Steals the sun, I promise myself: Tomorrow... I'll do Exactly What I've done. Nothing on the calendar. Nothing left to chase. No room full Of beautiful people Trying hard To fill the space. Let the whole world Have tonight. I've got nowhere else To be. I came looking For an island... And somehow It found Me. Maybe next week I'll go dancing. ... Maybe.