In days like these
When the rain falls down thin
All I can think about
Is back to when we were in Coney Island
The real thing
Not what you're seeing through a screen
Not good enough to make me feel like
Back to when we were in Coney Island
That summer
Heatwaves like no other
Broke and a little burned out
Turned into our best one
We are lost people
Most of the time
We wait in limbo
Just to get by
Looking back to those days
Just to feel high
If you get lost there
It doesn't help you now
Five days a week
I've been diving in TV
Nothing ever can distract me
Vado con la testa a Coney Island
That summer
Heatwaves like no other
Broke and a little burned out
Turned into our best one
We are lost people
Most of the time
We wait in limbo
Just to get by
Looking back to those days
Just to feel high
If you get lost there
It doesn't help you now
We are lost people
Most of the time
We wait in limbo
Just to get by
Looking back to those days
Just to feel high
If you get lost there
It doesn't help you now
Looking back to those days just to feel high
(It doesn't help you now)
We are lost people
Most of the time
We wait in limbo
Just to get by
Looking back to those days
Just to feel high
If you get lost there
It doesn't help you now