We are hot in the summer, we are cold in the snow
We begin to wonder where all the people go
If they're hungry, they will eat
If they're tired, they will never sleep
And someday you will wish you were them
When you're walking on the street
They say it goes on and on
You know it's coming out to the radio
And if you've had enough
It's still coming out to the radio
Bittersweet, you make the world go round
Take away from all the ways of chances
Bittersweet, don't leave me without love
Shall we visit where it's always the best?
You talk about magazines and I wanna know
Do you see them?
Who are you free?
Move along, move along, new city
Dirty pan, dirty pan
Kick em in their back, kick em when they're up
Kick em when they're high on
Dirty pan, dirty pan
Bittersweet, you make the world go round
Take away from all the ways of chances
Bittersweet, don't leave me without love
Shall we visit where it's always the best?
You talk about magazines and I wanna know
Do you see them?
Pretend we're in Weston
Where do all the people go?
*