We could wait for the wind to blow

Or give me a look so cold

Gives me the chills

And ends the summer war

My eyes roll

Running over it again

Falling down, dizzy with sunstroke

I'll be there

And I'll try to identify

Try to look in the gray skies

In you eyes

I'll pick up everything you left behind

Cross your fingers

And pray for winter

I'll be there

Painting the town your favorite color

Get some color I'll see you around, yea

Get some color I'll see you around

Get some color I'll see you around, yea

Get some color I'll see you around

I'll color see you around

I'll color see you around

I'll color see you around

I'll color see you around

Painting the town your favorite color