Testo 1975

Woke up to greeting cards from people I don't know
Woke up to pull above below these wooden floors

This kind of thing, it can't be told
This kind of thing, it won't be done

I don't own the interstate
Wishing I had learnt to fly She's my Canadian girl
On the fifth day of July

This kind of thing, it can't be told
This kind of thing, it won't be done

And she said time and time again
I wouldn't be alive
If it wasn't for the summer of 1975
It'll never be
It'll never be the same
And everyone gets a moment when
It'll never be the same again

Someday I'll write down If it's okay, I won't change the names
I don't know how the story ends
But it began this way

This kind of thing, it can't be told
This kind of thing, it won't be done

And she said time and time again
I wouldn't be alive
If it wasn't for the summer of 1975
It'll never be
It'll never be the same
And everyone gets a moment when
It'll never be the same again

This kind of love, it can't be told
This kind of love, it won't be done
It'll never be
It'll never be the same
It'll never be the same again
It'll never be
It'll never be the same
And everyone gets a moment when
It'll never be the same again

And she said time and time again
I wouldn't be alive
If it wasn't for the summer of 1975