summer 83 & peaches

time

seasons passed,
i wasn't healed.
we went back to italy,
it was winter.

i could swear i felt your scent,
perhaps i even noticed your shadow,
your voice still echoing,
you were still calling me by your name.

the phone rang,
i knew it was you,
your voice filled my heart
and suddenly we were back.

the good didn't last,
you were getting married
and i was still stuck with you,
but how could you hurt me more?

i felt sick, didn't wan't to eat,
so i stared at the fire,
letting myself go,
tears rolling down.

our story, oliver,
came to its end,
but i won't forget.
elio, elio, elio.