Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kids In America
Performer
Curtis Peoples
Acoustic Guitar
Paul Hammer
Drum Programming
Chris Whitehall
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Curtis Peoples
Songwriter
Paul Hammer
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kids In America
Producer
Paul Hammer
Producer
Lyrics
Oh, we fade into the morning sun
Shattered glass where we had all our fun
Who we were and what we will become
Can't explain-ain-ain
And these scratches from the carpet rug
It was our version of summer love
And the darkness coming from above
Let it rain-ain-ain
For our summer of love
'Cause we got twisted from the fame
We stole each other's pain
And just kept running, running, running from the game
Our summer of love
We'll never be the same
Sharp words that used to do me in
Turn you on, you love the weirdest things
Out of style will be cool again
And again and again
Our affection they consider sin (consider sin)
But to us it's more a holy win (holy win)
It's perversion worth believing in
Let us pray-ay-ay
For our summer of love
'Cause we got twisted from the fame
We stole each other's pain
And just kept running, running, running from the game
Our summer of love
We'll never be the same
For our summer of love
For our summer of love
'Cause we got twisted from the fame
We stole each other's pain
And just kept running, running, running from the game
Our summer of love
We'll never be the same
We'll never be the same
Writer(s): Paul Hammer, Curtis James Peoples
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