Letras
Our bodies in the sand
Gripping the Atlantic's edge
Entering the air
Like chamomile and lemongrass
Just riding the surface
Nothing is swimming beneath us
Ah, to spend a Sunday with the salt spray kissing my face
Ah, with my reflection
Bright magenta
In your sunglasses
I feel (I feel) there is (there is) something (something) to finish (to finish)
Hold me (hold me) where the light (where the light) can see it (can see it)
This perfect day I'm witnessing
I can't wait to tell my friends about it
This perfect day I'm witnessing
I can't wait to tell my friends about it
I lose the way as you circle me
Ah, to spend a Friday
At the swan lake
Kissing your face
Ah, as I'm wrapped in
My reflection
In your irises
I feel (I feel) there is (there is) something (something) to finish (to finish)
Hiding (hiding) where it's (where it's) too bright (too bright) to see it (to see it)
This perfect day I'm witnessing
I can't wait to tell my friends about it
This perfect day I'm witnessing
I can't wait to tell my friends about it
With no clouds overhead
With no clouds overhead
With no clouds overhead
With no clouds overhead
With no clouds overhead, ah
With no clouds overhead