When they see the colors aren’t as bright
as they were the year before,
the magic burns away again
and the romance breaks their hearts.
They hear the voice from the old radio
in a memory drifting by;
a song that gave this girl her name
and reminds them of their lives.

Our blood runs through these streets;
familiar faces, hands and eyes,
where the moonlight shines the dark away,
and she can lay her body down.

Tingling still for the sweet taste
of the sunset dripping down.
Breathing, up above the green and brown
in the tree he painted blue.
They hear the wind of the rusty trains,
in a memory drifting by;
a sound that gave this girl her home
and reminds them of their lives.

Our blood runs through these streets;
they always have here to run,
where the moonlight shines the dark away,
and she can lay her body down.