With my head full of clouds
It is morning.
But in the corner of this
metro carriage
it doesn’t really matter.
It could be night, it could
be early afternoon;
Not summer for
the Winter clothes.
But it’s morning
with my head full of clouds.
With my head full of clouds
It is morning.
But in the corner of this
metro carriage
it doesn’t really matter.
It could be night, it could
be early afternoon;
Not summer for
the Winter clothes.
But it’s morning
with my head full of clouds.