milan

i know you're gonna leave me, i know, you're gonna find the door, and fly to milan, with the wind, i'm coming back to earth, back to earth, i know you're gonna leave me, i know, whatever way the wind blows, tied up with twine, we fell in the sea, we will never be, never be, and you know they won't believe you at all, won't you take me home, won't you take me home, you know they won't believe you at all, and the summer ends, we're spinning in