In the Umbrian hills
Our clasped hands glowing from juice of wild berries
Long grass made waves
Opened themselves up
We dived in without checking how deep it was
Mid-summer sun found our skin
Even as we kept our tops on
No match for the heat between our bodies
Flying damsels
Told us to stay
The day was lost
Our clasped hands glowing from juice of wild berries
Long grass made waves
Opened themselves up
We dived in without checking how deep it was
Mid-summer sun found our skin
Even as we kept our tops on
No match for the heat between our bodies
Flying damsels
Told us to stay
The day was lost
Our clasped hands glowing from juice of wild berries
