Cinnamon Street

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 girl on Cinnamon Street, the same age as me, we shared the curiosity. I won her heart cos I could play guitar. I promised her 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.