Walls, they are riddled with holes
And I can firmly that holes or not, these walls are my own
Alone, my thoughts are heavy on the pillow
And I can't help but wonder what could be beneath the floorboards
Summer in a new state
Would you be my blank slate?
Be the boxes made of cardboard and move me
Don't know what's keeping me awake
I keep on focusing on every sound I hear from my home
Bells ring and neighbors sing
It's the kind of thing, reminds of the place I come from
Summer in a new state
Would you be my blank slate?
Be the boxes made of cardboard and move me
Summer in a new state
You'll be my one and only
Be the needle to the record and move me
Summer in a new state
Would you be my blank slate?
Be the boxes made of cardboard and move me
And move me
Summer in a new state
You'll be my one and only
Be the needle to the record and move me