I can see the sunset stripping your eye,
I'll drive it down.
I'll be the sunday morning to cross, when you wake.

I see movement in your eye,
to get away on your own.

I can see no wise understanding above,
telling me to go.
And I wanted to waste the times of the tide, driving slow.

I am moving, driving slow.

The only one who I don't to ever sawn, sunset in your eye.
I can see the pretty things as [bad word]  far to go.

I see movement in your eye, to get away on your own.

Second streets have no name,
in the backlane of your house.
I feel that today,
we two are smilling.

Second streets have no name,
in the backlane of your house.
I feel that today,
we two are smilling.

To many streets,
To many streets,
Theres to many streets,
To many streets, without name.