Текст песни San Francisco - The Driver Era

Holding on, I'm holding on to your clothing
Holding on, I'm holding on to our story
(Oh) remember the time
In San Francisco
With me by your side
In San Francisco
You are such a sight, the deepest brown eyes
My dear, my dear
You know it suffocated our love
You really didn't do a thing wrong
Now I am superstitious of love
And baby, we overplayed our song
Our song, oh
Ah, yeah, yeah
Holding on, I'm holding on to your body
(To, to your body, to, to your)
Holding on, I'm holding on to this feeling (feeling)
Ooh
And we'll drive all night
To San Francisco
Our happiest time
In San Francisco
You know that I'm right, and there's reasons why
My dear (my dear), my dear
You know it suffocated our love
You really didn't do a thing wrong
Now I am superstitious of love
And baby, we overplayed our song
Yeah, yeah
Overplayed our song
Aah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
You weren't my first
But, you were my first love
(Love, love, love, love)