作词 : Samuel Hill
作曲 : Samuel Hill
saturday night we slowly lose the light but you are there waiting on the other side/ sunday morning the water and the tide they pull me through the ground like a flower in july / the rhythm is divine and it circles through your eyes it's dripping down your thighs to the ground where i will die /fr
ooouuh you pulled me through the little crack you filled it up with glue / underneath the moon you wore black and i was dressed in blue