Cold summer listening
hot colour melting the anger
to stone
I still remember the dream
there
I still remember the time
you said goodbye
did we really tell lies
letting in the sunshine
did we really count to one
hundred
Long distance run around
long time waiting to feel
the sound
I still remember the dream
there
I still remember the time
you said goodbye
Cold summer listening
hot colour melting the anger
to stone
I still remember the dream
there
I still remember the time
you said goodbye
did we really tell lies
letting in the sunshine
did we really count to one
hundred
Looking for the sunshine
Marco Giunco |
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