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