I remember summers / I'll pretend it's summer around
Red light in the sky at the beginning of nights
When I held you naked / But spring is later this year
Why this sense of loss at the beginning of fall?
Now any place will do / To be again out of place without you

I remember faces / I remember kisses and more
More things that have turned / To be just things in the past
Now any place will do / To be again out of place without you

I'm in the mood to do / Anything you'd like to do
I'm morning-after man / But it's summertime

I remember summers / I remember colours and smells
I know that it was / The day you started to love

Summers by The Sunday Drivers