Daria Zawiałow - Tom Yum

I sit underneath the palm tree, listening to "Yellow"
Thai flowers are ruining my mood
Im smoking, and drinking Aperol
I watch you sitting on sand
I still like old Coldplay
The barman is playing shitty music
Something broke in me, you know that im dying
Im afraid of going home

We're driving on our scooter, eating Tom Yum
You smell like addiction
We miss the our Warsaw DNA
But tommorow, you will miss me

I sit underneath the palm tree, i dont listen to anything
I changed my number to american
I check my phone and cry
Maybe you wrote me on my Thai number
I like how you stroke my hair
I close my eyes, i feel your touch
Again under the palm tree, i eat saganaki
Maybe you'll write to me after work

We're driving on our scooter, eating Tom Yum
You smell like addiction
We miss the our Warsaw DNA
But tommorow, you will miss me
We're here together for the first time
I drugged myself because of the smell of your shirt
We miss our Warsaw DNA
Tommorow you will wake up alone

I go back home with a rollercoaster
I hold my souvenirs, Nervosol, and a suitcase
Water from a brain, Bergman's "Persona"
I got over it after the movie, but after you, it stayed..