Sean Rowe Toast
We're cooked
We're toast
Goodbye
Your clothes
So warm
Down south
I kiss
Your mouth
How can i describe the weather
It's never gonna reach your ear
So i better touch than try to tell you
How to read the atmosphere
I don't think i can take a shower
Maybe in another year
I can smell you in the morning hour
From all the work we've done in here
I know you feel me
Where words don't reveal me
Climbing the ceiling
I know you feel me
I let you fall
And give me it all
I know you feel me
We're cooked
We're toast
Goodbye
Our clothes
So warm
Down south
I kiss your mouth
