Bet you miss her
sitting in front of you
riding on your handle bars
Her warm hair in your face again
Time went melting in a summer haze
and then we before we’re done
Daddy he’s not to hold
Where we’re going
where we’ve been last night doesn’t
matter so much right now
Right past the playground
Room sound
Room sound
Room sound echo
Room sound
Room sound
Room sound echo
Made a mix tape for you
carefully choosing each song
The second song from the last
reminded you of The Clash
I was lying in my parent’s bed
adept to everything outside
Patti Smith The Talking
Heads and Suicide
I wonder when they wrote
these songs did they have us in mind
Searching for the room sound
Room sound
Room sound
Room sound echo
Room sound
Room sound
Room sound echo
Room sound
Room sound
Room sound echo
Room sound
Room sound
Room sound echo
Summer ends and lets pretend
Shifting gears and
its all downhill from here
Summer ends and lets pretend
Shifting gears and
its all downhill from here