Motorcycle Camping on a Royal Enfield Classic 350 with campfire cooking #camping

We got nowhere to be Just a slow dance with the summer heat World outside can't wait a few Cause right now we got nothing else to do The sun is peeking through the covered white blinds Feet on the wall, your head on me floating We got nowhere to be Nowhere to be Prayers are missed but you don't You just let, let it fall We're like office call But we take a sip Talk about nothing The morning slip Oh, it feels like, like summer rain Feels like that, that summer sun Oh, it feels like that Like the summer rain that falls so slowly On the naked skin upon your Oh, the song on a Onion Oh, it feels like, like summer rain