där med meddelanden. Summer night city Money, money, money Hmm, hmm, do-do-do-do-do Summer night city Money, money, money Hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm Summer
silence of tongues it was building. Then one morning's wake, The bed it was bare, And I's left alone with three children. The summer is gone, The ground's
of tongues it was building. Then one morning's wake, The bed it was bare, And I's left alone with three children. The summer is gone, The ground's turning
there's ash on our shoes and there's ash in our hair and there's a fine silt on every mantle from hell's kitchen to Brooklyn and the streets are full
happened yet. I felt guilty and inconsolably sad. I felt the instinctive tug back, to school; the memory of shopping malls, cooking, driving in my mothers car, all gone, gone
leave him alone Out here daddy sas summer's almost gone Dream let me dream I'm on that golden train Rushing past porch lights Under sheets of rain Cos in my mind's