Oh somewhere up in your loft
|
MTV with the sound off
|
We lay down at the edge of town, oh
|
On and on we’re drifted
|
Our eyes opened and twisted
|
We lay down at the edge of town, oh
|
But have you noticed
|
Summer comes and disappears
|
From a mirror like a tear we appear
|
The last out of something
|
Yeah, I wonder
|
Where are you now? |
Where are you now?
|
Because it’s going and it’s going and it’s going and it’s going
|
And it’s going and it’s going and it’s gone
|
Going, going and then it’s lost
|
Oh, somewhere up in your loft
|
MTV with the brains off
|
We lay down at the edge of town, oh
|
We ran out through the corn
|
And your Smiths t-shirt got torn
|
We lay down at the edge of town, oh
|
But have you noticed
|
Summer comes and disappears
|
From a mirror like a tear we appear
|
The last out of something
|
Yeah, I wonder
|
Where are you now? |
Where are you now?
|
Because it’s going and it’s going and it’s going and it’s going
|
And it’s going and it’s going and it’s (gone)
|
Going, going and then it’s lost
|
(Summer…)
|
Summer comes and then it disappears
|
The last out of something
|
Summer comes and disappears
|
From a mirror like a tear we appear
|
The last out of something
|
Yeah, I wonder
|
Where are you now? |
Where are you now?
|
Because it’s going and it’s going and it’s going and it’s going
|
And it’s going and it’s going and it’s gone
|
And then it’s lost |