we could wait for the wind to blow
or give me a look so coldit gives me chills
and ends the summer war
my eyes roll
around and over and again
falling down dizzy with sun stroke
ill be there
and ill try ... [Ver letra completa]
we could wait for the wind to blow
or give me a look so coldit gives me chills
and ends the summer war
my eyes roll
around and over and again
falling down dizzy with sun stroke
ill be there
and ill try to identify try to look through the gray skies in
your eyes
ill 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 aroundyeah
guess ill call or see you around
guess ill call or see you aroundyeah
guess ill call or see you around
ill call or see you around
ill call or see you around
ill call or see you around
ill call or see you around
painting the town your favorite color