Our Moon Is a Memory

wake up on your bedroom
the voices in kitchen
at eight in morning, doesn't seem so early
the butter is on your bread
choco-milk in other hand
a new day begins yeah
it never seems so late

uh hu uh hu uh hu
yeah

the sun is in the top
just waiting the six o'clock
oh all can be happen
when you're holdin that girl's hand,
you know is something good
if you wont try understood
oh i just want to fall in, into your sweet lies

hm uh hu
this should never end for you