Lyrics Thumb - Danilla

Don't put our last goodbye in the jar
Two sides of us will always be broken
Another time we'll get it all over
We ought to live as a part-time lover

We'll be a politician somehow
We'll be a politician somehow

We're criticizing each other's mind
Let's end this tense with some kind of wine
The more we share, the more we can bear
Are you here with me now?