July Morning by Alen Shushka

She use to play with colors wile smiling at the sun
Staying late in bed but always on the run
She said lets make a baby and call her Susanne

July morning
With her in my arms
Lord, what you’ve done

And I had a feeling that I can be anyone
Sun was rising making me blind
Blinded by the sun and blinded by her love

She won her battle but she lost the war
We both felt the sadness a real slam of the door
I lost her forever, I lost my only love

Now I catch myself talking to the sun
She was the only one my real space on the run
She talks to angels and watch me from above

• Acoustic
• croatian
• electronica
• minimalist
• solo
• Zagreb