Dishwalla - Opaline

Summer dies here and so could I somewhere underneath
Where the ground is made of stars and everything unclean
Your Opaline is everything I see
Your Opaline brings me to my knees

Summer dies here and so could I somewhere underneath
So much like the ones in and on my skin and somewhere in between
This Opaline is everything I see
Your Opaline brings me to my knees

Without you I am nothing
Without you I can't believe
This gilded place has everything
But this comfort is not what it seems
It is not what it seems
In between is everything I need

Your Opaline is everything I see
This Opaline brings me to my knees
Your Opaline brings me to my knees.
Date: 20.08.2018      View: 141