try to remember bohemian summer
keep it in mind to get through the winter
summer breeze blowing through me
softly through the trees
but when its real and your, your aimed to kill
make it sweet
when you move to me,
set me free with your body chemistry
summer breeze blowing through me
softly through the trees
but when its real and your, your aimed to kill
make it sweet
summer breeze blowing, blowing,
blowing, blowing, blowing
its got a, really got its hold on me
but it was real I was, was aimed to kill,
and it was sweet