It will be enough to call it love
even even if it doesn't doesn't have its style
it will be enough to wait for the dark
and drink slightly slightly more than the usual
welcomes alike a prince charming on my breast slightly
slack
your hands from far away beaches on my body slightly
swept under the sand
it will be enough to call it love
even if even if I can hardly move
it will be enough to let it go
and follow it breath slowly slowly
you talk to me you are so far come on don't play the poet any more
there's no time don't create moods tonight
Love love tomorrow I want to wake up early come on
love love I have to wake up early come on
love love it's all I'm never able to say
and at the time of waking up it rains rains rains I'm still sleepy
it will be enough to be warm
and send postcards with my looks
you are sweet and become far
perhaps you desire to play
I paint the room with my eyes which don't know where to go
it will be enough to call it love
even even if it doesn't doesn't have its style
it's enough to switch the radio off and then act a soldier
it will be enough to tell him that you can't stay
that tomorrow is another day good good for running away
love love perhaps the next episode
love love beer in the fridge is frozen by now
love love and we really are in this movie
Love love tomorrow I want to wake up early come on
love love I have to wake up early come on
love love it's all I'm never able to say