I opened my eyes in morning rain and gently find out my black shoes clouds are slowly drafting by who crying under the sky It maybe the slowest bus which color for her is right And i see all the teenagers eyes you tell me they re tough and red Say, say it again Sometimes the memory was winding my mind Say, say it again You know the past thing could set me free Put up your in sandwichs hand I think it not really cool You told me the truth could not be here I find it in your eye It maybe the slowest bus which color for her is right And i see all the teenagers eyes you tell me they re tough and red Say, say it again Sometimes the memory was winding my mind Say, say it again You know the past thing could set me free