and while the city sleeps, i wont weep because i couldnt keep my boyfriend,
and the summers end is here again and the leaves are golden.
oh no the grounds sweeps sliver streets.
while thinking bout the people we meet, dancing feet
wasters on the cover of a magazine
people you've kissed, people you lust and the ones that you might not ever remember whats the use.
i'm not what i was last summer, not who i was in the spring
tell me tell me tell me, when will we learn we love it and we leave it and we watch it burn
damn these wild young hearts damn these wild young hearts
now that the citys awake, my heart aches
so what a silly mitake it seems i've made.
you left your keys under my bed left a thumping in my head.
i would say sorry whats the use. coz i'm not what i was last september and i dont wear the same robes in may.
we know we shouldnt do it but we do it anyway
we know we might regret it but it seemed ok
damn these wild young hearts. damn these wild young hearts. damn these wild young hearts
cuz he wont be the same next summer, and i guess i'll see you in the spring
somebody tell me tell me tell me, when will i learn, i love it and i leave it and i watch it burn
damn these wild young hearts