Modern Times

The days are gone The money spent unwisely These are modern times for you For you The gap is wide and friendships like distractions, draining Turn your head and hide till the end of the summer Under the layers, under the layers The days are gone The money spent unwisely These are modern times for you For you False intentions, bail me out Even I know my error counts Guilty pleasures and intimacy must be found in this big town The night is trusting, the people reach out If its still moving then we cross no line And those deep emotions False intentions, bail me out Even I know my error counts Guilty pleasures and intimacy must be found in this big town The night is trusting, the people reach out If its still moving then we cross no line And those deep emotions