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.