Strawberries on the ceiling if I die old
I want it and believe that when we go cold
I love you, you love me
I'm dying to feel your love

Know what art is? 
Everything that moves you
Making sandwiches really moves me too
Having dreams of crocodiles, maybe full of sharks
Tripping over all these piles of sweaters in the dark

Legs dead and white
What a fright when I look at your tanned skin
Sunburnt kiss
Ustica, where the stars look amazing
Nightshop cold canned beers
Singing 'Once' in tears
Running late again but you're there and I know when