Never closing eyes, fell asleep.
Glasses and the bottles flying out of my hands
play your tongue and move your soul, arms around you
Night is on ´till the sunrise.
I´m asking, dreaming of, your time´s on...
Glasses and the bottles flying out of my hands
play your tongue and move your soul, arms around you
Night is on ´till the sunrise.
I´m asking, dreaming of, your time´s on...