Our lips are bitter for the summer
I can see the sky
In your eyes, in your eyes
In your eyes, in your eyes
I wake up and trace your lips with mine
I will have done enough to suffice for life
Cause grass grows green and I grow keen of your love
And one can dream of what it means to f*ck up
Cause I did good in finding you
You're good for me and I'm good to you
Our lips grow bitter from the summer
I can see the sky
In your eyes, in your eyes
In your eyes, in your eyes