Roll your windows down the summer's nearly gone, And only hours stand between you and the cold that's coming on, You count your questions in the sky lit blue, And every color there is telling you
Time is a runaway, Coming for you
In my dreams I see in red, she cannot stay, The summer leaves you like the girl who gets away, And we sit here stranded in the careless hue, And every color that is telling you
Time is a runaway, Coming for you Time is a runaway, Coming for you
And in the morning when I rise, She's coming on to tell me Time is a runaway, Coming for youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
