Luckie Street

Let’s count the days until winter comes our way.
We’re all tired and ready to breathe
and there’s a rumor that there’s a bitter cold chill in the air.
It’s haunting every breath we take.
The hint of alcohol and nicotine it keeps us warm inside.
So all your fashion sense aware, the sweaters unfold themselves.
And We are all alone, but we’re better off by ourselves.
It’s time to roll the windows down and feel the cold air all around.
We are heading out of town and not a thing can stop us now.
Get carried away
Let’s think about all those nights on Luckie Street
We stayed up til 3 am.
With all the gossip and the latest girls.
There’s a bitter cold chill in the air.
It’s haunting every breath take.
The hint of alcohol and nicotine, it keeps us warm inside.
So all your fashion sense aware, the sweaters unfold themselves.
And we are all alone, but we’re better off by ourselves.
It’s time to roll the windows down and feel the cold air all around.
We are heading out of town and not a thing can stop us now.
Get carried a
This winter is much like all the rest.
This season’s changed since we’ve been away.
This winter is much like all the rest.
It’s time to roll the windows down and feel the cold air all around.
We are heading out of town and not a thing can stop us now.
Get carried away
Get carried away
Get carried away
Get carried away