Growing up on Cinnamon Street. Everywhere you look there are lots of
people to meet, it's seven o'clock, the breakfast treat. Now the
schoolbus is here, hurry up and grab a seat. All the dreams are tiny
ones, another week has just begun on Cinnamon Street. There was a boy
on Cinnamon Street, the same age as me, we shared the curiosity. He
won my heart cos he could play guitar. He promised me heaven at once
and later all the stars. But it all remained the same cos things can
never change on Cinnamon Street. I can hear my heartbeat the very
first time we made love, life was a lazy rest in the sun. Later we
went dancing, staying up all night long - playing all our favourite
songs, Cinnamon songs: Oh oh na na na na na. I say goodbye to Cinnamon
Street. Springtime is here and the air is so dry and sweet. I walk in
a cloud, the smell of cinnamon bread, it's in my blood since the day I
was born 'til I wake up... dead. And the sun is smiling gently, a
funny shade of red, Cinnamon Street. I still feel my heartbeat the
very first time we made love, life was a lazy day in the sun. Later we
went dancing, hanging out all night long - singing all our favourite
songs, Cinnamon songs: Oh oh na na na na na na. |