Yola

Will you stay the same, behind your screen, each time we separate, remember the times, we drank in the heat, in bars sipping wine, now the morning train, is just how we feel, in this tired game, believe me I'm fine, I dream of the sea, to me it's no crime, what does it take, with my dawn novena, to see you again, you smile by the line, look at your feet, why can’t you align, our tracks to meet?