Where do all the lovers meet with one another, In an effort to uncover what has happened to their salad days? The sprite ones on the corner, dream of something warmer A semblance of their old ways, what has happened to our handmade days?
Oh no!
Way back when, we were the latest around We lined and we painted this town Their faces are green and they don't know what they've done.
We can pull a map out detailing the direct route Young ones grow anxious to proclaim their advances to the fray If you don't wake up and the truth never comes up We will never have our old way; we will never have a right of way
Oh no!
Way back when, we were the latest around We lined and we painted this town Their faces are green and they don't know what they've done.
Won't you show us where you heart is?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
