Growing up on Cinnamon Street.
Everywhere you look there
are lots of people to meet,
it's seven o'clock, the breakfast treat.

Now the schoolbus is here,
hurry up and grab a seat.
All the dreams are tiny ones,
another week has just begun
on Cinnamon Street.

There was a girl on Cinnamon Street,
the same age as me,
we shared the curiosity.
I won her heart cos I could play guitar.
She promised me heaven at once and later all the stars.
But it all remained the same
cos things can never change
on Cinnamon Street.

I can hear my heartbeat
the very first time we made love,
life was a lazy rest in the sun. Later we went dancing,
staying up all night long
- playing all our favourite songs,

Cinnamon songs: Oh oh na na na na na.

I say goodbye to Cinnamon Street.
Springtime is here and the air is so dry and sweet. I walk in a cloud,
the smell of cinnamon bread,
it's in my blood since the day
I was born 'til I wake up...dead.
And the sun is smiling gently,
a funny shade of red, Cinnamon Street.

I still feel my heartbeat
the very first time we made love,
life was a lazy day in the sun.
Later we went dancing,
hanging out all night long
- singing all our favourite songs,

Cinnamon songs: Oh oh na na na na na na.