- cifra
Summer ride on the beach
Howl at the day
I've been hiding out so long
I gotta find another way
Late at night I wanna see you
Well my eyes, they begin to fade
Am I just living in the space between
The beauty and the pain?
And the real thing
Now the sky is painted
In a wash of indigo
I've been holding on too long
That I hardly know the score
I recognize every face
But I ain't got everything I need
If I'm just living in the space between
The beauty and the pain
It's the strangest thing
Yeah, she runs surrounding me
Surrounded by the whole
Surrounded by no other
I wanna ride it home
Yeah, like a rolling stone
Don't roll again
Yeah, like a rolling stone
Don't you roll again
I wanna roll, I wanna roll
