Andalusia

It must be

Because of the light

That

Days are turning to wine

There is a painting inside you
That encaptures the weather

Stealing dimming gray lights
On floors

The summer's rain
Doesn't seem bad

Now it has become a song
That keeps you away looking
At the skies

Dreamer.

If I could go around the clock

Take in a little time

Just keep looking away

I can pretend to look
At the skies
I can pretend
Because it can be you too

Just
Let
Life be longer
Than a minute a day.


🎵: Soren

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