gimme the days of your summer gimme your magical spell the cars on the streets are illusions they're moving with delicate swell
you sit on the floor in the attic shaking that old tambourine checking the masquerade photos where you were the funny marine
don't be afraid nobody's watching you but i do i know where you going to
you feel the breath of the city right there under your toes take a walk round the twin peaks down to the golden gate home
gimme the taste of the sunset right from your lips when you laugh we got the time in our pockets and all the city to love
let's sing along to the local radio and you know time is just getting slow
we're caught in the summer heat it's coming up without a reason so would you come closer to my heartbeat and tell me i'm not alone we're caught in the summer days surrender's never been so easy the street signs show us the brand new ways and that's where we're gonna roam