What a summer
What a transitive nightfall
What long long time before the dawn
Before the dawn
The dawn
I can't count
Although you know I try
Make a cozy place
For all the story lines
Inside my mind
Inside my mind
In the morning
When the air is cold
There's a fleeting feeling
Of your days in school
All the sidewalks that you've known
Oak trees hovering
And the smell of seasons when you were in love
You were in love
You were in love