I packed a bag full of summer
And I almost feel tempted cause you put our record on
Sliding your fingers through the clock in my back
How hard is it, to live with your own decisions?
I’m deep-rooted self-conceit
Dance, slow rock music and kiss me while we do it
Like a fucking dream, I’m living in
Whisper sweet nothings
Simply and purely to drive us insane
But what’s left after this passion?