Summer We Went West (The)
Gin
You got your way.Throw me in gutter with all the rats,Down with the broken bottles and lost bottle caps,This January, the snow in the treesturns so brown it looks like October leavesAnd I'm so glad we got out of thereTo lie on your couch by the stairThis night, its different color and hue,With you, your basement is blue.
From Letras Mania