Giardini Di Mirò
When You Were A Postcard
Summers are worth more than this boat
We sail all day like a farewell to winter
A lampara keeps on burning
and somehow we can't return
from endless waits for strawberries
to the great beyond of our tragedies
for all the time i've tried to tell myself
to hold on
no one could give us wind
it just resonates a mile apart
from there
it just resonates a mile apart
it just resonates a mile apart
from there
From Letras Mania