The gulls are crying Missy, can you hear them call? It was so easy then, when all our friends were small How we used to like the old-time movies The silent picture show where you make up your life at the end of the night as your reel to reels unfold Now I come here to score some satisfaction Maybe some more of that old reaction I'm a junkie for that grand illusion Who's losing and who's just using I lost my virtue leading some double life, I fear It was so easy then, when all our friends lived near Now I'm left without an advertisement to separate the marks and the shills from these good time blues and two-toned shoes that used to give me chills I come to score, or maybe more I am a junkie for that grand illusion Who's using who and losing? The summer's fading I can feel it go It's slipping through my fingers like some broken radio The sea gull's flying Missy, can you hear them call I remember you cried when the summer died, though I wouldn't cry at allTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
