All this short summer night long. I've been waiting for you. Just to give me a sign. That you feel this way too. . There are people on the streets for the weekend.
You always loved the sad songs, like you loved it when I lost,. so I don't tell you when I'm happy because it only makes you cross.. And I thought as I was leaving, and it strkes me every time,.
Oh, and how he loved you. Oh, and how he loved you. Oh, and you believed him. Oh, and you believed him. You said you both deserve better. You both deserve better.
Lying in bed on a weekday night. Listening to the title fight. From a town the radio said was Atlantic City. The branches brush the windows. The hour is early evening.