Walking around, looking down For something better There's nothing better Same old weird and familiar sound It's just you leaving town, my God August came around
Summer comes and leaves you with a fever That you caught When you were young Summer goes, makes you feel like life is real And hanging on for more
Empty streets, empty me Just call me vagabond Wondering in the sun This is getting sort of old Wandering aimlessly Is it empty streets or empty me?
Hanging, hanging Holding on for more, hoping, praying This will all start over Come back for me We will walk the streets Of this old town Make me a promise This will all come back aroundTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
