One soft infested summerMe and Terry became friendsTrying in vain to breatheThe fire we was born inCatching rides to the outskirtsTyin’ faith between our teethSleeping in that old abandoned beach houseGetting wasted in the heatAnd hiding on the backstreetsHiding on the backstreetsWith a love so hard and filled with defeatRunning for our lives at night… Continue reading Backstreets – Bruce Springsteen