I feel good
I feel free
Pulling nothing over me
The Sun is warm on my skin
Never better
Free of sense
Free of sense
Free of sense
Free if sense
And when the snow comes
I'll find you
I’ll find you
I'll find you
And when the snow comes
I'll find you
I’ll find you
I'll find you
Summer's over
Summer's gone
Time to go back where we belong
Lost in heart
But found in soul
I know you feel it we're getting old
We're getting old
We're getting old
Wе're getting old
And when thе snow comes
I’ll find you
I’ll find you
I'll find you
And when the snow comes
I’ll find you
I'll find you
I'll find you
