We are the children of stereo and tape deck bands in the drive-thru we held hands we are the children of strip malls and thrift store pants in summers we ruled the land and I never thought I was missing out on some big life we didn't have, we couldn't get just being out here...
in an old car with the top down we ride through Mulholland and the sun blinds our eyes I couldn't help you, couldn't help you ever realize
We were the masters of our world and I don't know why you said you had to leave or die and I never thought I was missing out on some big life like you couldn't get a broken heart just staying right here...
in an old car with the top down we ride through Mulholland and the sun blinds our eyes I couldn't help you, couldn't help you ever realize
and now it's cold out, so get your sweaters on I just don't know how we could ever belong anywhere else those days are gone, but they'll always be around
in an old car with the top down we ride through Mulholland and the sun blinds our eyes I couldn't help you, couldn't help you ever realizeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
