With heat struck afternoons on through those idle dreams go back to you
The echo seemed so low displaced
Every form that's on her face I'm drifting off too
Motivate flirtation
The rest was made of constellations that I saw
Was this only in my head
Just like most things go misread
When over thought
With heat struck afternoons on through those idle dreams go back to you The echo seemed so low displaced Every form that's on her face I'm drifting off too Motivate flirtation The rest was made of constellations that I saw Was this only in my head Just like most things go misread When over thought