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.
  I promised her 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.