The Fifties

[Verse]
I've stowed away everything
In boxes and old spaces
Trying to keep my senses

[Bridge]
The only place I want to be
Is listening to Elvis in the front seat
Faking a life in the fifties

[Bridge]
It's not that I lied
It's just hard to say that I tried

[Chorus]
Ohh...
Ohh...
I just think that it's about time
That I stopped
Falling for every beautiful set of brown eyes
Just like your brown eyes

[Bridge]
The only place I want to be is listening
To Elvis in the front seat
Faking a life in the fifties
[Chorus]
Ohh...
Ohh...
I just think that it's about time that I stopped
Falling for every beautiful set of brown eyes
Just like your brown eyes
Just like your brown eyes
Just like your brown eyes