Herman Düne - In the Summer Camp lyrics

In the summer camp, down by the hill I'll get some time to think Laying down on the pier, throwing stones to the lake One stone for everything that i really miss Like my dog and the crows and the smell of here And i keep a very special pile of Heavy and black and polished and weird and terrifying stones For the nights when i missed you (and even when i could still see you) For the sweet things you said That i don't wanna know if they're true For you wearing my shirts And riding your bike in a warm night For when we didn't even say goodbye For when i was stuck in the airport With amazing lightnings Keeping the plane to the ground And i wouldn't even call you For th anger and the pain that we softly built For th anger and the pain that we tenderly built For th anger and the pain that we hug-ly built For th anger and the pain that we hug-ly built For th anger and the pain that we softly built For th anger and the pain that we tenderly built For th anger and the pain that we hug-ly built For th anger and the pain that we hug-ly built