Last Wave of Summer (Live in Ascazubi)
Jose Romero
Your eye can see me everywhere I go
No quarter
Por favor
Let me go
No more the dreams of what we used to know
Gone nowhere
But I know
That once more
We must go
It's coming ready to blow
Take over
A fire starting to glow
Last wave of summer
Fire roaring out the window
Spills over
Burns the air
Up the wall
Be no more
Volcano ready to blow
Awaits for nothing
Your eyes beginning to glow
A deadly warning
A planet ready to blow
Safe nowhere
The sun is starting to glow
Last wave of summer
Are you ready to go?
Are you ready to go?