7 acessos
If you think that you're the one
Let me into summer sun
Well you're right, I've been surmised
By the appearance of the sky
By the look that's in your eyes
I see how the summer flies
Way up high without its wings
Fortunate for everything
I want you to speak aloud
Tell me of a sparkling crowd
Why they tremble at the sound
Of a lazy eerie round
Shotgun shells are on the ground
Of the forest and the town