Finally, This city shines above me,
A golden shine,
Kissing your burnt skin,
Kissing your burnt skin.
Quietly, This afternoon got endless.
It's the sweetest sound -
Of you turning a page beside me,
And then there is no story,
No, no.
Quite a way, till we found this pace.
The closer we are - the slower the dance.
Salty Air, and the wind wants back.
Time to be moving slower.
And when it shines - it shines,
And you're around me,
You, turn me higher.
No, no.
Quite a way, till we found this pace.
The closer we are - the slower the dance.
Salty Air, and the wind wants back.
Time to be moving slower.

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