The Springs - A

Air on the streets, lights on the trees
Eight days a week, singer's disease
I want to be where the sun meets the sky
I want to be there, it's out of your mind
And I believe in the secrets you're keeping
I want to piece of the air when I breathe in
I want to be the gold underneath the stream
Having my moment, you know what I mean

Oh, it's a blue sky
And the headlights, and the headlines
It's a new day, for a new wave
It's a perfect moment, oh
I'm moving out, for a moment in The Springs

Out of my way, Berlin to L.A.
I want to stay here and never go home again
I want to be the grass underneath your feet
I want to be the shops on your high street
And I believe in the secrets you're keeping
I want to be your alarm when you sleep in
I want to be the one you can be around
I want to be the one who can make you proud

Oh, it's a blue sky
And the headlights, and the headlines
It's a new day, for a new wave
It's a perfect moment, oh
I'm moving out, for a moment in The Springs