- cifra
Da, da
Ah
Hold my breath for three more year
Yeah, three years
On my own on Saturdays
It's glorious
It's glorious
We were tired from the tea
Scrabbled when we slept
Through the window came the rain
It's glorious
It's glorious
It's glorious
It's glorious
It's glorious
It's glorious
Being tired from the tea
Hold my breath for three more year
Yeah, three years
On my own on Saturdays
It's glorious
It's glorious
It's glorious
It's glorious
