The door slammed loud and rose up a cloud of dust on us
Footsteps follow, down through the hollow sound, tom up
And you will go to Mykonos
With a vision of a gentle coast
And a sun to maybe dissipate
Shadows of the mess you made.
Footsteps follow, down through the hollow sound, tom up
And you will go to Mykonos
With a vision of a gentle coast
And a sun to maybe dissipate
Shadows of the mess you made.




