Citizen Cope
Summertime
From the hot to cold, spring to the fallYou and I was meant to be together in loveSomething ‘bout a wound down in my soulSomething on my mind easy be told3 steps, 3 steps behind these 2 handsThese 2 hands of mineYou’ve got that 1 thing that can make a man blindAnd grow in my past fameIn the summertime, in the wintertimeYou talk to us, you talk to usIn the summertime, in the wintertimeYou talk to us, you talk to usIn the summertime, in the wintertimeYou talk to us, you talk to usIn the summertime, in the wintertimeYou talk to us, you talk to us
From Letras Mania