Tarde
Simon Grossmann
Late
Suddenly I woke up, it’s hot, I just want to be alone
And the book I lent you, please don’t mess up the pages
What’s mine, I want it back, and if you have it, you’ll return it to me
What’s yours, I don’t want it, and if you want it, come pick it up
It’s getting late
My love doesn’t burn anymore
It’s clear what it was, what was left were just leftovers
I didn’t ask why, I know, being a jerk is in style
What’s mine, I want it back, and if you have it, you’ll return it to me
What’s yours, I don’t want it, and if you want it, come pick it up
It’s getting late
My love doesn’t burn anymore
When you’re leaving through the door, they’ll want to sneak in
There are no signs of life, disconnect, they won’t turn it back on
(La la la)
It’s getting late
It’s getting late
My love
My love doesn’t burn anymore
It’s getting late
It’s getting late
My love
My love doesn’t burn anymore
