Stolen

Stolen
You watch the season pull up its own stakes
And catch the last weekend of the last week
Before the gold and the glamour have been replaced,
Another sun soaked season fades away
You have stolen my heart

Invitation only grant farewells
Crush the best one, of the best ones
Clear liquor and cloudy eyed, too early to say goodnight
You have stolen my heart
And from the bar room floor we are a celebration
One good stretch before our hibernation
Our dreams assured and we are, we'll sleep well
You have stolen
You have stolen my heart
I watch you spin around in the highest heels
You are the best one, of the best ones
We all look like we feel
You have stolen my
You have stolen my heart
La canción 'Stolen' de Dashboard Confessional nos sumerge en una atmósfera en la que podemos sentir cómo cambia la estación, cómo el brillo dorado y la glamurosa belleza se desvanecen para dar paso al final de un fin de semana, al último suspiro de una época bañada por el sol...