Tropical - Pompeya

It’s all my fault

All my fault

So i changed the road

That’s what I hold

Guilt that I hold

So i changed the code

That’s all

It’s all my fault

In my fall

Only my fault

Running through the field

Flooded with sunshine

Thoughts that i thought

Letters i wrote

Soaked with my fault

Sail along memories

Flooded with sunshine

It’s all in your eyes

It’s all in your thighs

Still you’re playing it nice

Creepy goodbyes

Affected smiles

Loneliness and lies

That’s all

It often seems that I’m wasting my time

But it’s only medicine

Defying you I feel like I committed a crime

Don’t let me get absence