Working Men's Club - White Rooms and People Lyrics

Dawn, a new day
And old age, come for me
Dawn, a new day
And old age, come for me

Dawn, a new day
And old age, come for me
Dawn, a new day
And old age, come for me

We're friends in the summertime
And knocking at my door
We're friends in the summertime
And asking me for more and

Flowers blooming, people talking
Shit about you, so confused
Flowers blooming, people talking
Shit about you, so confused

White rooms and people
And me and you and something
White rooms and people
And me and you and nothing
White rooms and people
And me and you and

We're friends in the summertime
And knocking at my door
We're friends in the summertime
And asking me for more and

We're friends in the summertime
And knocking at my door
We're friends in the summertime
And asking me for more and