Milan - High Highs

I know you’re gonna leave me

I know

You’re gonna find the door

And fly to Milan, with the wind

I’m coming back to earth, back to earth

I know you’re gonna leave me

I know

Whatever way the wind blows

Tied up with twine, we fell in the sea

We will never be, never be

And you know they won’t believe you at all

Won’t you take me home

Won’t you take me home

You know they won’t believe you at all

And the summer ends

We’re spinning in