Bollicine

I searched for you endlessly
Repeatedly
On weekends of full moons
I was looking for you since middle school
But you always hid
In the ultraviolet summers
Among ultraviolent nights
How strange

Then one cursed evening was enough
To end up in chaos
And I would like to but I don't know how to say goodbye
And I cut my fingers
If you expect me to write
So a lifetime goes by

Mint green bicycles
Abandoned on the beach while we
Have almost a year more
But anyway
Your drawn lips
Are always magnets, they are steep
And I'm dying to let myself go
With the bubbles
Yes, I feel like it
Bubbles and cinema

I always looked for you
On the steps of churches
Sometimes you don't understand anything
I don't speak Japanese
The liquor shelf
Before being alone
Under the minor stars
How strange

Then one cursed evening was enough
To end up in chaos
And I would like to but I don't know how to say goodbye
And I cut my fingers
It's the endless story
It's my favorite

Mint green bicycles
Abandoned on the beach while we
Have almost a year more
But anyway
Your drawn lips
Are always magnets, they are steep
And I'm dying to let myself go
With the bubbles
Yes, I feel like it
Bubbles and cinema
Even if we enter at the end
Yes, I feel like it
Bubbles, bubbles

When you look at me, you immediately lift me up
With the bubbles

Mint green bicycles
Abandoned on the beach while we
Have almost a year more
But anyway
Your drawn lips
Are always magnets, they are steep
And I'm dying to let myself go
With the bubbles
Yes, I feel like it
Bubbles and cinema
Even if we enter at the end
Yes, I feel like it
Bubbles, bubbles