Drama Summer کے بول

We can wait for the wind to blow Or give me a look so cold Gives me chills And ends the summer war My eyes roll (my eyes roll) Running over it again Falling down Dizzy with sun stroke I'll be there And I'll try to identify Try to look through the grey skies in your eyes I'll pick up everything you left behind Cross your fingers And pray for winter I'll be there Painting the town your favorite color Guess I'll call or see you around (yeah) Guess I'll call or see you around Guess I'll call or see you around (yeah) Guess I'll call or see you around I'll call or see you around I'll call or see you around I'll call or see you around I'll call or see you around Painting the town your favorite color...