The sun got stuck, as it's making it's way down, We find ourselves, in a familiar part of town
And all that I've seen means nothing to without you
So when I see you next we'll make the most of it, Tell the sun to start moving again, taste of your kiss I still got on my lips, And I’ll take you there with me
My head crashed down, air conditioned myself to sleep, The great out, that will continue to the end of the week
And all that I've seen means to me without you
So when I see you next we'll make the most of it, Tell sun to start moving again, The taste of your kiss I still got on my lips, And I’ll take you there with me
It's you me connected to satellite It's you and me love through a machine It's you and me connected to a satellite It's you and me love through a machine
So I see you next we'll make the most of it, Tell the sun to start moving The taste of your kiss I still got on my lips, And I'll take you there with me