summer night we never bothered with fights back then she just felt right do you remember back when we took the squabbles and feuds you know the heat i do carving citrus fruits for your pimms they always loved me i felt it in your fathers eyes but the lemonade i made still tastes good some burnt my flesh your curls burnt the worst your curls burnt the worst oh quickly pour my glass you smoked it for fun the angels in your nostrils glide oh siouxsie sioux my friends loved you too bit much for my taste but the blues too good to waste stop asking those white sheets you wrecked kids i don t watch anymore
['icelandic electronic', 'icelandic hip hop']