Текст песни Peter Time - November Day

That quality time
My hands in your fur
You noticed my voice
I saw your head turn

I'm never alone
I have this friend
To call my own

And every summer
We'd walk to no end
With someone I couldn't care less about
But it was worth spending time with you

And your hunger was relentless
Every moment you wanted my plate on the floor
And when I look back, fueling nostalgia
I'm filled with pain in my chest wishing I'd given you more