luckie st. - cartel

Let's count the days until winter comes our way. We're all tired and ready to breathe and there's a rumor that there's a bitter cold chill in the air. it's haunting every breath take. the hint of alcohol and nicotine it keeps us warm inside.
So all your fashion sense aware, the sweaters unfold themselves.
We are all alone, but we're better off by ourselves.
It's time to roll the windows down and feel the cold air all around. we are heading out of town and not a thing can stop us now.
Let's think about all those nights on Luckie St. we stayed up til 3 am. with all the gossip and the latest girls.
This winter is much like all the rest. This season's changed since we've been away.