Glassman Paroles

Nothing is swimming beneath us

Ah, to spend a Sunday
With the salt spray
Kissing my face
Ah, with my reflection
Bright magenta
In your sunglasses

I feel there is something to finish
Hold me where the light can see it

This perfect day I'm witnessing
I can’t wait to tell my friends about it
This perfect day I'm witnessing
I can't wait to tell my friends about it

I lose the way as you circle me

Ah, to spеnd a Friday In your irises

I feel there is something to finish
Hiding where it's too bright to see it

This perfect day I'm witnessing
I can’t wait to tell my friends about it
This perfect day I'm witnessing
I can't wait to tell my friends about

With no clouds overhead
With no clouds overhead
With no clouds overhead
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With no clouds overhead
With no clouds overhead, ah