Circa Waves

Catch My Breath
I lost my head Over you, over me I count the things I said At the golden age of twenty-three I try to catch my breath I try to say a lot of things My mind is crystal clear And a hundred tales appear to fall If I was at [?] I try to catch my breath I try to say a lot of things So I, I lost my head Over you, over me From Letras Mania