When you grab summer by the nose, she smiles broadly.
When the sea to the road and sand full of hair.
When you sleep under a pine tree and yawn for an orchestra.
When you wait for it to happen again.
When you grab summer by the nose, she smiles broadly.
When the sea to the road and sand full of hair.
When you sleep under a pine tree and yawn for an orchestra.
When you wait for it to happen again.
