Could you please come back Cause what we had, it was gold You were gold And I'm not sad It's just this static gets old We get old And I'm a tricky tricky son Son of a gun We're young yeah I'm pretty sure I'll get you dancing We have fun We have fun We got the summer nights under our tongues We're singing ohhhh We have fun We have fun We got a little air left in our lungs We're sining ohhhh Did I lose track Of all those nights that have ever went bad Went cold went cold And I'm not sad Can I let you know Can I let you know You were gold We get old And I'm a tricky tricky son Son of a gun We're young yeah I'm pretty sure I'll get you dancing
We have fun We have fun We got the summer nights under our tongues We're singing ohhhh We have fun We have fun We got a little air left in our lungs We're sining ohhhh And all I see Are dark clouds in front of me Told myself I was livin' free Without you by my side Hold me Hold me close Love's a dying breed You crossed my heart When you crossed the sea Into the setting sun I guess there's only one place I can tun We have fun We have fun We got the summer nights under our tongues We're singing ohhhh We have fun We have fun We got a little air left in our lungs We're sining ohhhh