It wasn't enough after I've opened my eyes I wasn't shocked: I'm always a bit late Sometimes I feel like I'm wasting my life Like she's telling me "your life's to be wasted"
She's throwing up me for I'm still too naive I always trust happy endings in films And then I fail carring out this for me May be I will be more lucky in my dreams
And then I dreamt that I
Met you that summer evening Felt like I'm falling easy Every swallow of the air you're breathing I wanna breath after you (wanna breath after you) Watching us up kissing Loosing you in these tender squeezings I've never found believe me None even a half cute
Forever young is not true, not indeed At least for now I'm feeling I'm really old Perhaps she is the one that I will not fit But summer stories are the ones to be told
I still believe and counting days of my life Sometimes she thinks I'm nerder more than it seems But I'm only searching for a way to survive May be I will be more lucky in my dreams