Vārdi: Milow. Maybe Next Year. One Of It.

You came over
Like a midnight appetite
Nobody believes me now
I ran across and
Saw thousand people on my way
On my way on my way out

One of it, two of it
One of it, we'll make
The most of it
You'll love it

You left me out there
In the early morning rain
Why would you believe me now
I'm only trying
To protect my point of view
I want you to let me in

And you'll try
To give me something to give me something
We're onto something we're onto something
Let's try

Can you count me in
Can you count me in