Our bodies in the sand

Gripping the Atlantic's edge

Entering the air

Like chamomile and lemongrass

Just riding the surface

Nothing is swimming beneath us

Ah, to spend a Sunday

With the salt spray

Kissing my face

Ah, with my reflection

Bright magenta

In your sunglasses

I feel there is something to finish

Hold me where the light can see it

This perfect day I'm witnessing

I can’t wait to tell my friends about it

This perfect day I'm witnessing

I can't wait to tell my friends about it

I lose the way as you circle me

Ah, to spеnd a Friday

At the swan lake

Kissing your face

Ah, as I'm wrappеd in

My reflection

In your irises

I feel there is something to finish

Hiding where it's too bright to see it

This perfect day I'm witnessing

I can’t wait to tell my friends about it

This perfect day I'm witnessing

I can't wait to tell my friends about

With no clouds overhead

With no clouds overhead

With no clouds overhead

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With no clouds overhead

With no clouds overhead, ah