Paroles de Summer Clothes

Dysfunctional Yeah, back then we were indestructible Put all my money on the queen of hearts and lost it Found demons in the closet What a time, I felt so alive Yeah, in my head I'm holding you close And tasting the sugar on your collarbones I know you know That I miss your soul How punk music turns you on And getting you off in summer clothes (Summer clothes) (And getting you off in summer clothes) (Summer clothes) From tracing your silhouette in egyptian cotton sheets To waking alone in bed, your voice still haunting me Your eyes running like a faucet, sorry and exhaustеd Yeah, it's fine, I just wanna die Yеah, in my head I'm holding you close And tasting the sugar on your collarbones I know you know That I miss your soul How punk music turns you on And getting you off in summer clothes (Summer clothes) (And getting you off in summer clothes) (Summer clothes) Yeah, in my head I'm holding you close And tasting the sugar on your collarbones I know you know That I miss your soul How punk music turns you on And getting you off Yeah, yeah, in my head I'm holding you close And tasting the sugar on your collarbones I know you know That I miss your soul How punk music turns you on And getting you off in summer clothes (Summer clothes) (Tasting) (Tasting) (Tasting) (And getting you off in summer clothes) (Tasting) (Tasting) (Tasting) (And getting you off in summer clothes) (Summer clothes)