*then youll leave me here to die, here's the things i meant, but i never said

[kace_sira_sira]

we can wait for the wind to blow
or give me a look so cold
it gives me chills
and ends the summer war
my eyes roll
over and over and again
falling down
dizzy with sunstroke
ill be there
and ill try to identify
try to look through the gray skies in your eyes
and pick up everything you left behind
cross your fingers
and pray for winter
ill be there
painting the town your favorite color
guess ill call or see you around, yeah
guess ill call or see you around
guess ill call or see you around, yeah
guess ill call or see you around
ill call or see you around, yeah
ill call or see you around
ill call or see you around, yeah
guess ill call or see you around
.. painting the town your favorite color