I wrote you a letter that can sing
For every day you'll wanna sleep
Four hundred blows inside the heart
Races on the sea like two pistols
But now I don't run anymore
Erotic postcards in bars
Old guys playing briscola
I could read you in the soul
Behind the dark lenses of the Ray-Bans
A German was playing Wonderwall at a bonfire
At night he played at being an artist
While you were smiling and not looking, no
My sweet Insta Venus
Because you were the best summer of my life, that's the truth
It felt like The NeverEnding Story and maybe it was only happiness
And how good we are at pretending
Not to feel feelings
And we're happy as Easters, yeah
And you said you loved my 's'
But now who knows what you think
Being happy lasts the span of one dance
A German was playing Wonderwall at a bonfire
At night he played at being an artist
While you were smiling and not looking, no
My sweet Insta Venus
Because you were the best summer of my life, that's the truth
It felt like The NeverEnding Story and maybe it was only happiness
Punk soul, Peter Pan eyes
A poem inside the toilet of a bar
A song that won't end
Wait, wait, wait, how does it go?
A German was playing Wonderwall at a bonfire
With the lyrics written on a napkin
And we're just monsters with a huge fear
Of finding a kid under the bed
You blushed but with no reason
Comfortable inside a cliché
You'd fall in love and not with me
I lost my baby teeth
Because I grew up
I used you as an answer
But you were millions of questions