Текст:
Give my records back
But keep my sweater on
It’s gonna be a cold december
Maybe we ran out of electricity
Maybe we're too young our hearts too tender
But the tail lights over the bridge are already fading
One less night with you
One less avenue
One less moment to remember
One more l-train stop
And one last look at you
And no more playing the pretender
Baby I surrender, uh
Baby baby I surrender, uh