LIYNA - Summer Sky

Window open, hard wind.
Run my fingers through the day.
Your lips spills on my T-shirt, like a glass of lemonade.
Dust on the mailbox, bare feet on the curb.
You said, "Let's not go home yet," so I let the moment work.
Under the summer sky, you and I.
Under the summer sky, we don't need a reason why.
Hold me there, hold me there.