Summer doesn’t feel the the same
Now that I can’t caress your face
Memories are locked in frames
Does it come to your mind those days
When were driving ‘round the city
Heading to wherever the sun would set
Waving our hands on the wind
till fading in the dark of the night
Drinking and some cigarettes
We were young and reckless
Stories that I won’t forget
I can’t erase all those days
When were driving ‘round the city
Heading to wherever the sun would set
Waving our hands on the wind
Till fading in the dark of the night
Good old days
When the sun burned our skins
Now the party is over
And we’re getting older
We would lay on the sand
On our feelings
The party is over
And we’re getting older