Finally, This city shines above me, A golden shine, Kissing your burnt skin, Kissing your burnt skin. Quietly, This afternoon got endless. It's the sweetest sound - Of you turning a page beside me, And then there is no story, No, no. Quite a way, till we found this pace. The closer we are - the slower the dance. Salty Air, and the wind wants back. Time to be moving slower. And when it shines - it shines, And you're around me, You, turn me higher. No, no. Quite a way, till we found this pace. The closer we are - the slower the dance. Salty Air, and the wind wants back. Time to be moving slower.