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
