Crumbs Of The Rendezvous

All that my love for yours, for all left tonight
Nothing but the two of us inside your wide eyes
Daily on my summertime
Show how to smile again
Keyboard in that summer dress
Take me with that little hand

All that my love for yours, for all left tonight
Nothing but the two of us inside your large eyes
I walk you along the show
Until I feist a nom
And it turn out those dull memories
And leaving all crumbs

Oh we can indulge
On this rendezvous

You'll find a stumble bye on my bullhorn
Find stumble bye on my bullhorn
Until I'll
Until I'll feist a nom
But not leaving
But not leaving a single crumb