The Drama Summer کے بول

We could wait for the wind to blow Or give me a look so cold...It gives me chills And ends the summer war My eyes roll Around and over and again Falling down, dizzy with sun stroke I'll be there And I'll try to identify, try to look through the gray skies in your eyes.. And 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....yeah I'll call, or see you around. I'll call, or see you around....yeah I'll call, or see you around. ...painting the town your favorite color.