Yet the streets are still the same old ones
And four songs drift from the windows, always the same
But this time I sing them different
Crying lessons, I'm not ready to quit now
Every time we plan to see each other again, you show up
You make me laugh without even trying
'Cause you still talk too much
And I lose my train of thought
It's been four weeks I keep watching you sparkle
By the speakers, outside my place, deep down it was me there
It's the end of a summer, social psychology
All stuff that makes you feel bad, bad, bad or not
Starting tomorrow I won't see you anymore
Bad, bad, what I'd do to you?
But maybe even nothing, a little'd be enough
Just to fall right back into it
Like every time we meet up again, you show up
You make me laugh without even trying
'Cause you still talk too much
And I lose my train of thought
It's been four weeks I keep watching you sparkle
By the speakers, outside my place, deep down it was me there
It's the end of a summer, social psychology
All stuff that makes you feel bad, bad, bad or not
It's the end of a summer, social psychology
All stuff that makes you feel bad, bad, bad or not