We could wait for the wind to blow
Or give me a look so cold
Gives me the chills
And ends the summer war
My eyes roll
Running over it again
Falling down, dizzy with sunstroke
I'll be there
And I'll try to identify
Try to look in the gray skies
In you eyes
I'll pick up everything you left behind
Cross your fingers
And pray for winter
I'll be there
Painting the town your favorite color
Get some color I'll see you around, yea
Get some color I'll see you around
Get some color I'll see you around, yea
Get some color I'll see you around
I'll color see you around
I'll color see you around
I'll color see you around
I'll color see you around
Painting the town your favorite color
