Tekstovi: Canadians. A Sky With No Stars. The North Side Of Summer.

Jimmy and his friends, i know, are in the park all drunken
i?m staring at the sun alone but what can i desire? I no longer know

i?m wishing for a week for fishing away in the country
i?m losing my own script of living down in city

a refrigerator sounds in a room, i look up and peer at the weather
she?s gone away from here and now what can i desire? I no longer know

i?m wishing for a week for fishing away in the country
i?m losing my own script of living down in city