Texty: As Advertised. Other. August.

Droptop Plymouth;
Shooting stars;
And all I know
Is where we are
Is all that I could ever need.
There is no place I'd rather be.
The smell of fall is like perfume
The way it fills my empty room.
It's full of laughs.
It's full of tears.
And this life it goes:
On and on.
Road signs slowly passing by
Lay my head back;
Stare at the sky.
The stars are out in force tonight
Swimming in the glow of soft moon light