Текст песни Pink Summer - Summer Camp

From the beat of my heart to the tips of my fingers
From the length of my hair to a warm warmth that lingers
In the days where it gets to hot to be happy
All the moments with safety a blanket wrap me
From the seas where we ran in the water that′s blue
All the planes where I fell asleep next to you
And maybe this will kill us
And maybe this will kill us
What a way to die
What a way to die
It's not how much you love
It′s how much you are loved
It's how much you are loved