Letras
I can smell it in the air, a fresh dose of morning café tiere
There's just something about these August nights, walking home as commuters glare
I won't let myself get older until these summer nights get colder
So let's take a little, give a lot, then take it from there
As long as this whole world spins round, we'll be in the clouds with our heads
This town offers some adventures when it's gone to bed
No interruptions when the rapture spreads
Nothing ever will compare to August
He added Ciroc to his mix, now he's lying on the floor of the Judge
Because he never stopped to think by the next round that he'd had quite enough
(but why? Tomorrow don't apply)
Johnny didn't have enough for the taxi so he hopped on the bus
(and fell asleep, woke up in the depot)
I won't let myself get older until these summer nights end
As long as this whole world spins round, we'll be in the clouds with our heads
This town offers some adventures when it's gone to bed
Willingly enter a hydraulic press
My crowd's hot like 32 degrees, no doubt, Fahrenheit, we're tipping the scales
Lights out, one more straw alleviates the camel's pain
No heading home until we see the day
Nothing can compare to August nights
Sometimes all you need is a wake up call, a walk in the rain, something that'll clean you and something that'll wash off the pain
But now, I see the light
Long as this whole world spins round, we'll be in the clouds with our heads
This town offers some adventures when it's gone to bed
Willingly enter a hydraulic press
My crowd's hot like 32 degrees, no doubt, Fahrenheit, we're tipping the scales
Lights out, one more straw alleviates the camel's pain
No heading home until we see the day
Nothing ever will compare to August nights, gone off the grid til next July