Space or click dot to go to next background. Orgainal: I walked through the door with you, the air was cold But something 'bout it felt like home somehow And I left my scarf there at your sister's house And you've still got it in your drawer, even now Oh, your sweet disposition and my wide-eyed gaze We're singing in the car, getting lost upstate Autumn leaves falling down like pieces into place And I can picture it after all these days And I know it's long gone and That magic's not here no more And I might be okay, but I'm not fine at all Oh, oh, oh 'Cause there we are again on that little town street You almost ran the red 'cause you were lookin' over at me Wind in my hair, I was there I remember it all too well
Through Google Translate too many times: let's warm up again But still has a feeling of home. Please give something to my brother. to you be proud of your beauty We play music in the car. Autumn leaves fall to the ground. A few days later, I had an idea. I have the sentence ends. A step forward, but not perfect. That's not it 'Cause this is a dead city they agreed with him. the wind blows your hair i think about everything
