When You Were A Postcard in Giardini Di Mirò

Summers are worth more than this boat
We sail all day like a farewell to winter
A lampara keeps on burning
and somehow we can't return

from endless waits for strawberries
to the great beyond of our tragedies
for all the time i've tried to tell myself
to hold on
no one could give us wind
it just resonates a mile apart

from there
it just resonates a mile apart
it just resonates a mile apart
from there