(no subject)
And we're all falling down
By the wayside, left behind
And we're all coming down
With summer's grandiloquence
And no season can stop me now
I'll spill my secrets to you
And maybe that's the reason why
We have in common what we do
By the wayside, left behind
And we're all coming down
With summer's grandiloquence
And no season can stop me now
I'll spill my secrets to you
And maybe that's the reason why
We have in common what we do