Lyrics

Never wanna face the crowd or defy my underground
Never wanna make the scene of a tired city

I wanna go back to Pago Pago Pago yeah yeah yeah with you
As we talk of summer in the air
And when we go back to Pago Pago Pago yeah yeah me and you
There'll be talk of other things*

Never gonna kiss the ground that's been trampled by the crowd
Never wanna make the scene but I find I own it

N-Now that the air is warm think of you more, think of you now and then
When I have more stories to invent
Wonder in a fantasy if only she'd remember me again
Now I'm talking out my end

*Like profiting from a cold tear, and my affair