Glassman

Our bodies in the sand Gripping the Atlantic's edge Entering the air Like chamomile and lemongrass Just riding the surface Nothing is swimming beneath us Ah, to spend a Sunday With the salt spray Kissing my face Ah, with my reflection Bright magenta In your sunglasses I feel there is something to finish Hold me where the light can see it This perfect day I'm witnessing I can’t wait to tell my friends about it This perfect day I'm witnessing I can't wait to tell my friends about it I lose the way as you circle me Ah, to spеnd a Friday At the swan lake Kissing your face Ah, as I'm wrappеd in My reflection In your irises I feel there is something to finish Hiding where it's too bright to see it This perfect day I'm witnessing I can’t wait to tell my friends about it This perfect day I'm witnessing I can't wait to tell my friends about With no clouds overhead With no clouds overhead With no clouds overhead [?] With no clouds overhead With no clouds overhead, ah