Paroles de la chanson Glassman par
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 there is something to finish
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 there is something to finish
Hold me where the light 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 there is something to finish
Hiding where it's too bright 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
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 there is something to finish
Hiding where it's too bright 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
With no clouds overhead
With no clouds overhead
With no clouds overhead
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With no clouds overhead
With no clouds overhead, ah