She disappeared across the boardwalk
She keeps the sunset right with movement in her eyes
She knows she gets away with murder
Swallows up your heart of gold
And I don't know just where we've got to go
Whoa-oh
Oh
Whoa-oh
This sound is giving for the postman
Another one that's feeling under aurora skies
The summer sleeps in time for autumn
Sticking down your leafs on grass
And I don't know just where we've got to go
Whoa-oh
Oh
Whoa-oh
Oh-oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
