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? Iβm deep-rooted self-conceit Dance, slow rock music and kiss me while we do it Like a ******* dream, Iβm living in Whisper sweet nothings Simply and purely to drive us insane But whatβs left after this passion?