One - two - three - four[Mike]
Well I seen the girl running
With no shoes on her feet
Jumping shade to shadow,
In this deafening heat[Both]
And I hear the trains coming
And the drunk man singing on the street,
And the fan on the ceiling,
Reeling, me into sleep
[Mike]
And I dream silent movies
Black and white memories, I suppose
They're the same old stories,
But wearing different clothesLa, la, la, la, la, la... (x7)
So where's the girl running,
With no shoes on her feet
'Cause theres no shade nor shadow,
In this deafening heat
