Last May
Our lips mesh together
There's nothing to say
This Tinder endeavor
Was going okay
In bed there's weather
Bodies on display
I'm hoping this tether
Is going to stay
I'm pruning my feathers
You shed your skin gray
Pride hides in leathers
When you push away
You say space is better
I work-out and pray
Pruning this letter
I think back to May
(What you want is)
The last day of May
(Deep inside, like that time)
Our very first date
(We went to Rye)
There's nothing to say
This Tinder endeavor
Was going okay
In bed there's weather
Bodies on display
I'm hoping this tether
Is going to stay
I'm pruning my feathers
You shed your skin gray
Pride hides in leathers
When you push away
You say space is better
I work-out and pray
Pruning this letter
I think back to May
(What you want is)
The last day of May
(Deep inside, like that time)
Our very first date
(We went to Rye)
Credits
Writer(s): Rainor Vigneault
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.