The music's changed, it's getting louder. By next weekend, you'll be gone.
The summer days, are nearly over now. The DJ plays, the end of summer song.
The good-time crowd, is looking older. Their cartoon laugher, seems unkind.
The summer days, are nearly over now. The summer rave, counts the hours and marks your time.
The summer rays, are streaming from the evening sky. The summer says, it'll work out fine.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.