It was high July, another summer on the boardwalk His skin was brown as a rosary bead The year before he was everybody's hero But he was losing ground and gaining speed It could've been a girl or just one good hand of poker That could've turned the whole damn thing around But that July something was lost And never did get found He was a sun that was waiting to rise He had the look of a king in his eyes And everything, everything was possible And now he just laughs and says what the hell And clings to the secret that he'll never tell But I wish in knew what kind of scar Can turn a sun into just another falling star Now I get this déjà vu and I don't really like it With this friend of mine that can't get it in his brain He's a diamond lost inside the stone He's a player born to win the game But he's gonna blow it all, the brass rings in his finger And I gotta watch as he throws it away He's like a song that's rare and right That no one's gonna play He is a sun that is waiting to rise He's got the look of a king in his eyes And everything, everything is possible And now he just laughs and says what the hell And clings to the secret that he'll never tell But I wish I knew what kind of scar Can turn a sun into just another falling star Oh, just another falling star Can someone explain it 'cause I don't know why Some people live like they're waiting to die And I wish I knew what kind of scar Can turn a sun into just another falling star Oh, just another falling star © WYATT & CONWAY PUBLISHING; EMI APRIL MUSIC INC.; SONY/ATV TUNES LLC; CINCOTTI MUSIC PUBLISHING; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com