Waiting For My Dog

«At the end of summer…
I have been waiting for my dog».
I wake up this morning
my headache tells me «please do not drink more»
I prefer don’t stop.
The rubbish is empty
the story that you ever have told
I remember your call.
In this mess we’re involved
at the end of summer
I’ve been waiting for my dog.
The thunder is gruesome
my belly is already for love
are you ready or not?
In this mess we’re involved
at the end of summer
I’ve been waiting for my dog.
My headache, my headache, my headache, my headache."