The glory of my little town Was ruined by the fumes of pipes. Yeah, I could write about smth else But not about the time When I touched your neck There's only air dividing us. No need in any promises. trusting is much better. Oh, thanks You don't belong to me
As a grain of sand in the Milky Way My wish comes true, if I think right. so together we can make every day our best day Your neck There's only air dividing us. No need in any promises. trusting is much better. Oh, thanks You don't belong to me Everything you really want Is really possible
If you ready to take a step Ta-ta-ta-ta...
When I touched your neck There's only air dividing us. No need in any promises. trusting is much better. Oh, thanks You don't belong to me