Somewhere someone's sleeping somewhere someone's weeping somewhere someone's listening to the sound of a record spinning
Sing to me now right out your window your father'd be proud now that it's simple but don't sing too loud you'll wake up the neighbors and they will complain so I must persuade them
Hold it right there I don't wanna move and summer it begs it begs us to prove that we can last just one more season and that there, gives me a reason
Secrets are for keeping that's what gives them their meaning it's your certain proclamation and it needs no explanation
Sing to me now... (...) Hold it right there...
I for one I'm willing to stay here until you're willing maybe you're not ready to handle something steady