White Rooms and People

Dawn
A new day
And old age
Come for me
Dawn
A new day
And old age
Come for me
Dawn
A new day
And old age
Come for me
Dawn
A new day
And old age
Come for me

We're friends in the summertime and knocking at my door
We're friends in the summertime and asking me for more and

Flowers blooming
People talking
Shit about you
So confused
Flowers blooming
People talking
Shit about you
So confused

White rooms and people and me and you and something
White rooms and people and me and you and nothing

White rooms and people and me and you and

We're friends in the summertime and knocking at my door
We're friends in the summertime and asking me for more and
We're friends in the summertime and knocking at my door
We're friends in the summertime and asking me for more and