Simple, simple it used to be Riding bikes through the city
But you can't make it better And you can't drop out of sight
Sundays, Sundays after awhile Leaves you worried inside
But you can't make it better And you can't drop out of sight
Drugstore table the place falls down You sit there broken and lonely
But you can't make it better And you can't drop out of sight
Remember the place you know Where things were so still
We were so still It's perfect for my sweet queen
When it happens I'll cling to you We'll go around a thousand trampolines
But you can't make it better And you can't drop out of sight
Simple, simple it used to be Riding bikes through the city
But you can't make it better And you can't drop out of sight