Last Summer’s Day
Garbanotas
Got stuck in the last summer's day
My mind rolled on but the heart stayed
Stretch out your white hand, reach back in time
Bring back my heart, reunite with my mind
Lord, I really need to get moving
Lord, you know I gotta get moving on
On my way home everyone's much like you
Come kiss my eyes any make-up will do
Touch your hair, bite your lip, leave the rest to the heart
In this circle game I just don't know where to start