Always a lethal trap the golden girl.
Black-hole gravity draws you into her,
Till you uncover a disapointing fake.
Or worse you find out she's real and that your heart might be at stake.
Sunny Italy wait for me, I'll sail my feelings across the sea.
Pack your bags, cause I'm not comin home alone.
Not coming home.
Oh Giorgia, you're still the one that I've been waiting for.
Little miss Italy she was a high school dream.
Realistically, that's all she'll ever be.
But realism never wrote good songs.
Crazier things have happened, somehow Dad married Mom.
released 26 January 2013
Caleb Veurink - Drums
Aaron Booth - Electric Guitar, Vocals
Nathan Lippert - Acoustic Guitar, Vocals
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