This is the year that we'll give our best impressions on the life we left behind for our good times. With the memories we start to find that we live for two days and die for five and we're sleeping in just to survive the night before, the night that was and we were making sure that we do it all again.
Take me back where I belong, I've got the feeling that there's something great at the end of this. And it's the summer of love with the nights we won't remember and the nights that we won't forget
And we're killing time with our bare hands and mixing drinks without a care of consequences, decisions made and memories that start to fade. With every hour getting close to the morning and it shows the party scene still burns alive, drawing on into the night