And while the city sleeps I wont weep because I didnt keep My boyfriend and the summers end is here again And the leaves are golden Under the grand silver birch tree While were thinking bout the people we meet Dancing feet, wasters on the cover of a magazine People youve kissed, people you lust And the ones that you might not Ever remember whats the use Im not what I was last summer Not who I was in the spring Tell me, tell me, tell me when will we learn We love it and we leave it and we watch it burn Damn these wild young hearts Damn these wild young hearts
Posted on: Tue, 23 Sep 2014 16:57:10 +0000