Текст: Alessandro Raina. Nema Fictione. Sent For You Yesterday.

It feels like a demonstration of how
many wedding days are rainy
you don't have nothing to do with the summer
I spent barking in my car

How can I put it any clearer
you just cannot hover
I don't have nothing to do with the summer
you spent working at my home

but it's a star or it's a scar
that my hands are tendin to

but is's a star it is a scar
that my hands are tendin to

It feels like a demonstration of how
many window panes are open
I don't have nothing to do with the summer
you spent lashing in my room

How can I put it any freer
I just cannot colour me
You don't have nothing to do with the summer
I spent dancing with my tart

but it's a star or it's a scar
that my hands are tendin to

but is's a star it is a scar
that my hands are tendin to