Milan (High Highs)

I know you're gonna leave me I know You're gonna find the door And fly to Milan, with the wind I'm coming back to earth, back to earth I know you're gonna leave me I know Whatever way the wind blows Tied up with twine, we fell in the sea We will never be, never be And you know they won't believe you at all Won't you take me home Won't you take me home You know they won't believe you at all And the summer ends We're spinning in