Could you please come back
Cause what we had, it was gold
You were gold

And I'm not sad
It's just this static gets old
We get old

And I'm a tricky tricky son
Son of a gun
We're young yeah

I'm pretty sure I'll get you dancing

We have fun

We have fun
We got the summer nights under our tongues
We're singing ohhhh


We have fun
We have fun

We got a little air left in our lungs
We're sining ohhhh


Did I lose track
Of all those nights that have ever went bad
Went cold went cold

And I'm not sad
Can I let you know
Can I let you know

You were gold
We get old


And I'm a tricky tricky son
Son of a gun
We're young yeah

I'm pretty sure I'll get you dancing

We have fun

We have fun
We got the summer nights under our tongues
We're singing ohhhh


We have fun
We have fun

We got a little air left in our lungs
We're sining ohhhh


And all I see
Are dark clouds in front of me
Told myself I was livin' free

Without you by my side
Hold me
Hold me close

Love's a dying breed
You crossed my heart
When you crossed the sea

Into the setting sun
I guess there's only one place I can tun


We have fun
We have fun
We got the summer nights under our tongues

We're singing ohhhh

We have fun

We have fun
We got a little air left in our lungs
We're sining ohhhh