Opaline
Dishwalla
Summer dies here and so could I
Somewhere underneath
Where the ground is made of stars and everything unclean
Your opaline is everything I see
Your opaline brings me to my knees
Summer dies here and so could I
Somewhere underneath
So much like the ones in and on my skin and somewhere in between
This opaline is everything I see
Your opaline brings me to my knees
Without you I am nothing
Without you I can't believe
This gilded place has everything
But this comfort is not what it seems
It is not what it seems
In between is everything I need
Your opaline is everything I see
This opaline brings me to my knees
Your opaline brings me to my knees
