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