Almost, The
Summer Summer
Walking around, looking downFor something betterThere's nothing betterSome old weird and familiar soundIt's just you leaving town, my GodAugust came aroundSummer comes and leaves you with a feverThat you caughtWhen you were youngSummer goes, makes you feel like life is realAnd hanging on for moreEmpty streets, empty meJust call me vagabondWondering in the sunThis is getting sort of oldWandering aimlesslyIs it empty streets or empty me?Hanging, hangingHolding on for me, hoping, prayingThis will all start overCome back for meWe will walk the streetsOf this old townMake me a promiseThis will all come back around
From Letras Mania