On any given day you don't know what time it is
You lie down next to me without knowing why
The wet streets have watched you grow
And with your heart you're crying again
I lean out the window, you're the girl from yesterday
Playing with the flowers in my garden
Too late to understand
Babe, go home, we can't play
The morning light comes into the room
Your golden hair looks like the sun
Later at night to the Penta to listen
Songs that make it so that I can love you
I lean out the window, you're the girl from yesterday
Playing with the flowers in my garden
Too late, too late
My head spins chasing you
My head spins chasing you
My head spins chasing you
My head spins, head spins
My head spins chasing you
My head spins chasing you