𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘯

BEAVIS'IM BENİM

The loves were playing in the yard
          Giving goosebumps to all the Sunday summer trees
          Our hands were eternal in the wings
          Moving so softly, nobody can see
          Against your morning skin
          Well, it's shy like two young lovers walking by
          There's a soft strange kind of art
          Giving company to all the lonely hearts
          
          There's a hundred cigarettes on the ground
          And our clothes are still hanging around
          And it's nice to be ugly in each other's arms
          So we can grow over all the things we were before