here summer is almost over
the air is slowly getting colder
we hear the city hum a lullaby
and watch the taillights fade
into the night
all the magic disappeared
because our stories won"t translate
and when you saw your face
reflecting in the window of the train
you became see-through
the air is slowly getting colder
we hear the city hum a lullaby
and watch the taillights fade
into the night
all the magic disappeared
because our stories won"t translate
and when you saw your face
reflecting in the window of the train
you became see-through