(How Not to Miss) Our Endless Peach Sunsets

Hidden somewhere in the corners of this book
The verses I wrote for our neverending gloom
Summer was still, with grace, calm and green
Sinking our faces in old magazines

Was it a problem of fear?
I thought I had everything clear
Youth is not so sincere
It's just a form of hysteria

Because we miss
We miss
We miss

Our endless peach-sunsets in the gaze of the dark
Toasting with cheap booze to our cold bad luck
Building sandcastles with kids in the sand
And then the arguing and the compromises
The speech is undone

Did we overcome fear?
Now the skies are blue and clear
Now my eyes are sincere
Still I am trying to disappear

Because we miss
We miss
We miss
Everything

I'm writing a new song
It's about that time we got lost

I'm writing a new song
It's about that time we got lost



Credits
Writer(s): Ilario Cusano
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