Summer Rain
She's golden lightnings,
A flashing light with sharpen heels
That blinds 'till bleeding
Reversing my wheels.
And such a non-sense mechanism
Runs in my mind 'cause the chase.
Feels like some fucking mysticism
Off of the lines of time and space.
And I can't help myself
Waiting the thunder to hit again
Running under the summer rain.
And I can't help myself
Waiting the thunder to hit again
Running under the summer rain.
If I had something to say,
I'd say, 'Let's run away from the haze.'
And hide together for days
Off of the lines of time and space.
But still this non-sense mechanism
Runs in my mind, and every time
I get trapped in your mysticism
And I'm getting mad.
Are you mine?
And I can't help myself
Waiting the thunder to hit again
Running under the summer rain.
And I can't help myself
Waiting the thunder to hit again
Running under the summer rain.
And I can't help myself
(I can't help it)
(I can't shake this feeling)
(I can't help it)
Waiting the thunder to hit again
(I can't help it)
Running under the summer rain.
(I can't help it)
And I can't help myself
(I can't shake this feeling)
(I can't help it)
(I can't shake this feeling)
Waiting the thunder to hit again
(I can't help it)
Running under the summer rain.
A flashing light with sharpen heels
That blinds 'till bleeding
Reversing my wheels.
And such a non-sense mechanism
Runs in my mind 'cause the chase.
Feels like some fucking mysticism
Off of the lines of time and space.
And I can't help myself
Waiting the thunder to hit again
Running under the summer rain.
And I can't help myself
Waiting the thunder to hit again
Running under the summer rain.
If I had something to say,
I'd say, 'Let's run away from the haze.'
And hide together for days
Off of the lines of time and space.
But still this non-sense mechanism
Runs in my mind, and every time
I get trapped in your mysticism
And I'm getting mad.
Are you mine?
And I can't help myself
Waiting the thunder to hit again
Running under the summer rain.
And I can't help myself
Waiting the thunder to hit again
Running under the summer rain.
And I can't help myself
(I can't help it)
(I can't shake this feeling)
(I can't help it)
Waiting the thunder to hit again
(I can't help it)
Running under the summer rain.
(I can't help it)
And I can't help myself
(I can't shake this feeling)
(I can't help it)
(I can't shake this feeling)
Waiting the thunder to hit again
(I can't help it)
Running under the summer rain.
Credits
Writer(s): Maxime Tribeche Robert
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