Testo The Fifties

I've stowed away everything in boxes and old spaces
Trying to keep my senses
The only place I want to be is listening to Elvis in the front seat
Faking a life in the fifties
It's not that I lied
It's just hard to say that I tried
I just think it's about time that I stopped
Falling for every beautiful set of brown eyes Just like your brown eyes

The only place I want to be is listening to Elvis in the front seat
Faking a life in the fifties
I just think that it's about time
I just think it's about time that I stopped
Falling for every beautiful set of brown eyes
Just like your brown eyes
Just like your brown eyes
Just like your brown eyes