Pull up the blinds
Open the door and wide
Feel the cold arrive
In my bones
Put on my face
I'll wear your dress tonight
Feel like you tonight
On that day
Falling lemon moon
You burned then crash in dirty snow
Ode to our sin, I might as well
Melt into Sunday
Remember the time
We stood there by the lake
Watching boats and planes
Great white clouds
I smell the sweat
I felt the sun begin
Dreams on your skin
On my tongue
Falling lemon moon
You burned then crash in dirty snow
Ode to our sin, I might as well
Melt into Sunday
Pull up the blinds
Open the door and wide
Feel the cold arrive
In my bones
You, me and the moon
We burned then crash in dirty snow
Ode to our sin, we might as well
Melt into Sunday
La la la la la
La la la la la la la la la
We know you're, you're not how it seems
Don't have a point
You're not there for the stay
When I will wish you could
Wish that you were there
You could
You're dying in here
You could be here soon
You stumble on a river
Open the door and wide
Feel the cold arrive
In my bones
I'll wear your dress tonight
Feel like you tonight
On that day
You burned then crash in dirty snow
Ode to our sin, I might as well
Melt into Sunday
We stood there by the lake
Watching boats and planes
Great white clouds
I felt the sun begin
Dreams on your skin
On my tongue
You burned then crash in dirty snow
Ode to our sin, I might as well
Melt into Sunday
Open the door and wide
Feel the cold arrive
In my bones
We burned then crash in dirty snow
Ode to our sin, we might as well
Melt into Sunday
La la la la la la la la la
We know you're, you're not how it seems
Don't have a point
When I will wish you could
Wish that you were there
You're dying in here
You could be here soon
You stumble on a river
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pull up the blinds open the door and wide feel the cold arrive in my bones put on my face I'll wear your dress tonight feel like you tonight on that day falling lemon moon you burn then crash in dirty snow ode to sin I might as well melt into Sunday remember the time we stood there by the lake watching boats and planes great white clouds I smelt the sweat I felt the sun again dreams on your skin on my tongue