if you hold my hand,
things won't be the same
if you hold my hand,
things are about to change
summer's gone, spring is gone,
life goes on and on and i'm just bored to tears.
if i could find a little space to paint a smile upon my face and hide the years
if winter comes and i'm around to see the snow upon the ground,
what can i do.
when i don't have the will to fight the coldness of the summernights are the darkest blue
