In the spring I dreamed of summer. To feel the sunlight on my skin. But in the heat I'd start to hunger. For that autumn chill again. . I always spent my time.
Sometimes I forget, then I remember. Sometimes I hold on, then I let go. Sometimes I fight, then I surrender. Losing you's been harder than you'll ever know.
My moment of need was my finest hour. But all I needed was someone. To make me turn myself around. I could see by the way we never talk. And how we're always separated by the room.