The heat of the sun is getting more pronounced
I have to hurry to your house
What grip you feel
Until I get carried away
Maybe a passing emotion
Or you're coming the month
My turmoil is mounting
When I call you do not pick up
The heat of the sun is getting more pronounced
I have to hurry to your house
What grip you feel
Until I get carried away
Maybe a passing emotion
Or you're coming the month
My turmoil is mounting
When I call you do not pick up
