Neverfade - Snowdogs

There’s no more incense

She’s all tired and tense

Good times good tidings

Are gone or in hiding

And you can’t forget anything about it

Nevefade neverfade

Nearly you nearly it nearly something more than this

Neverfade neverfads

Last dance cool July

Dark clouds lined the sky

Stood there forever

No way nothing better

Good time exciting life forever mighty