baby, i want to die in your arms
i want your love to float on my head
i need more jam than i'm having now
i'd believe in bitter conspiracy theories
than listen to the infinite scream above a gloomy sky
every place i sang along with your dark poetries
there you whispered a sigh
it's a summer that i can't face with
your teardrops taste like mint lemonade
So I’m drunk now
So I’m drunk in my dark
Sighing
I’m drinking the moonlight
The tears of stars
your teardrops taste like mint lemonade
your teardrops taste like mint lemonade