This is how we kill ourselves, and maybe we were wrong But who will ever know And in the winter we will meet again and we?ll pretend were strong But
Bring the stars, bring the wine Bring the wanting Summer Show the world a little style, a little attitude Do you think you're stoned? Or do you
Sometimes in the middle of the night, sometimes in the middle of a show, i'll go sometimes i'm a little underdressed, sometimes i'm a little overblown
