an indian summer, a russian winter
the way your lips taste, the impossibility of removing a splinter
the melody is forgotten but the lyrics stick
just like your skin sticks to mine and we sweat side by side
o! if only i could write a lullaby, if only i could die then come back to life
if only i could peer inside your mind one last time or maybe for the first time
you were not my first time or my last but you will be my next
mark my words, we will make love again
only- only this time it will be the kind of love that lasts
an indian summer, a russian winter- the way it tastes when you laugh
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