I see you holding my place again, when you brushed by my sun burned skin. It turned me white to feel you there. So come on, won't you follow on the path near me. You took my hand, nobody could make up this feeling now. I think of how you arrived on a summer day. Take me where you want to be, we would burn in the summer rain. Now take me back to that summer day. Tell me how you took ahold of me, it feels like yesterday. Now take me back to that summer day. The young still have their ways, foolish and fumbling through their days, until the winter of their summer love. But without you a colorless pane stretches past what my eyes can strain. Cold again, I think of when you arrived on a summer day.