Lyrics

It's a helpless game, you know when seasons change Sit down but do you remember? Does it feel the same? It must be so easy living life as you should If you can fly, yeah, you would out of your neighborhood Could have been so easy, get in a getaway car And you know who you are, you're the star of the Picture on a Saturday night, we're in a middle of true love Yeah, the tale of your life on the silver screen Is the summer really that nice? When you think of that night Well, we were cold as the nights on the telephone It's a helpless game, every time it rains Why does the weather brings us together? I know it feels so strange Even if it feel so easy, I wanna be understood If I can fly, yeah, I would, out of your neighborhood Don't wanna feel so easy, you're at the top of town Then you're the queen of the town, like that she did and Picture on a Saturday night, we're in a middle of true love The tale of your life on the silver screen Is the summer really that nice? When you think of that night Well, we were cold as the nights on the telephone Summer's always better in my head Better in my head, better in my head Summer's always better in my head Better in my head, better in my head Picture on a Saturday night, we're in a middle of true love With the tale of your life on the silver screen Is the summer really that nice? When you think of that night Well, we were cold as the nights on the telephone
Writer(s): Andrew Smith, Jeremy Francis Lutito, Wes Hunter Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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