Erika Sirola

Now it's half past nine, and I'm restless again
Won't you pick me up, go to miles drivin'
Too much energy, fast pace is killing me
But I've got empty ...

I remember how it all started
Feeling warm, though the summer was over
And under the lights, they felt so big then
The lonely reaching stars at night ...

I remember how it all started
How it all started
How it all started
Feeling warm though the summer was over
Was over was over
And our little lives it ...