Remember when we had them all on the run. And the night we saw midnight sun. Remember saying things like "we'll sleep when we're dead". And thinking this feeling was never gonna end.
Forget their blessing and forget the weather. We'll join our christian names together. Write all our friends back home. . We'll leave tonight and we'll leave together.
She wears white. Six days a week. She was just. One of those girls. And if you're lucky. On the seventh day. She'll wear nothing. . She was just. One of those girls.
The sun lays low on a solemn city. All I see is sexual red. The last rays burst through between the train cars. And shine directly on my head. . So come and find me in this moment.
A northern soul in southern lands. Will always find his way to southern hands. She'll kiss away your gypsy fears. And turn some restless nights to restless years.
Hitchhiked to hell and back. Riding the wind. Waiting for a generation's bonfire to begin. When the plunder of the poets. Thunder of a punk's guitar. Beat life to my body.