Small hours both of us are too tired to party
Small hours both of us are too tired to party
Tired gazes,husky voices,
In the back a sun that doesn't warm
In the back a sun that doesn't warm
You left
I watched from the balcony
Your disappearing back
You avoided the puddles
And I guess you won't fret this departure
All the singing birds of bushes before am.7
All the singing birds of bushes before am.7
Tired gazes,husky voices,
In the back a sun that doesn't warm
In the back a sun that doesn't warm
You left...
Last drink of the night
Changes to a breakfast
I added some coffee to it