The Killers

Here in my house, time is sweet
I hear the children playing in the street
Out where the hot winds blowing in the breeze
I dont need time I dont need time
No I can get by my self
I dont need time I dont know why the
Summer wind did not tell
I scramble on line and I know that
I will never become and will but I can get by in the mean time by myself
Hes a real winner over the say sleeping over this crazy afternoon
addicted to there dad as they assume
I dont need time I dont need time
No I can get by myself
I dont need time I dont know why the summer wind did not tell