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Saturday morning - Vintage Calm Lounge
Lyrics by:Itai Perelman Nasich
Composed by:Itai Perelman Nasich
Produced by:Itai Perelman Nasich
Sun through the blinds
Coffee on a stone slow
From face down
You feet on my shoes by the door
Saturday morning nobody calling
We let the clock run out of names
Saturday morning nothing important
Just you love him
Saying it all feels the same
Toast getting cold
Curtains on mute just noise
You still my sweater
Wear it like it always been yours
Saturday morning nobody calling
We let the clock run out of names
We could make plans we could just stay
You trace maps on my arm
Like we're already on our way in