- cifra
Pull up the blinds
Open the door and wide
Feel the cold arrive
In my bones
Put on my face
I'll wear your dress tonight
Feel like you tonight on that day
Falling lemon moon
You burn then crash in dirty snow
Ode to sin I might as well
Melt into sunday
Remember the time
We stood there by the lake
Watching boats and planes
Great white clouds
I smelt the sweat
I felt the sun again
Dreams on your skin
On my tongue
Falling lemon moon
You burn then crash in dirty snow
Ode to sin I might as well
Melt into sunday
Pull up the blinds
Open the door and wide
Feel the cold arrive
In my bones
You, me and the moon
We burn then crash in dirty snow
Ode to sin we might as well
Melt into sunday
