This feeling always gets away Wishing I could hold on ...

 Is it over?
Lost you in the summer two years ago

 Muzyka to początek i koniec wszelkiej mowy.

 Every day is a holiday
When you're the reason to celebrate

 See, whoa, c’est la vie
Maybe something’s wrong with me
But, whoa, at least I am free, I am free

 The scars of your love remind me of us,
They keep me thinking that we almost had it all.

 Ten jest wielkim pieśniarzem, kto śpiewa o naszym milczeniu.

 I know once you come to California
You will never look back

 I get so caught up in the city cloud
But this place is still my first love

 Falling out of love is hard
Falling for betrayal is worst

 Czas, czas, nasz największy wróg,
Tęsknot puls i krew.