Walking away. Talking all day. Uh, I want you. Uh, I want you. . Walking away. Talking all day. Uh, I want you. Uh, I want you. . But there is something about the summer.
It's always dark at 5 P.M.. And I can't get you out of my head. I stay awake, I stay alone. And I don't even answer my phone. . What is life, what is love?.
I close my eyes at the end of the day. Nothing seems to be going my way. I've tried it all, I've tried it all. But my brain just wants to fall asleep.