It's called Lovers' Picks.
It feels a bit more like a pick.
It came to me under the stars.
We were running from out there under stars.
With tired eyes.
We watched the stars when she served to me.
No, no, no, no.
We were running from out there under stars.
We made a path to end it all.
The wind tied us down under the sea.
And up to the sea.
We watched the stars when she served to me.
No, no, no, no.
No, no, no, no.
No, no, no, no.
No, no, no, no.
It came to me under the stars.
We watched the sea.
It's all over the land.
And with tired eyes.
We watched the stars.
Thank you. Thank you for stunning me.
