still feel the softness of her hair
falling on my face
my arms all around her
there's always something about this time of year
that takes me to that place
still i feel the softness of her hair
falling on my face
my arms all around her
there's always something about this time of year
that takes me to that place
yes we were just too young
falling on my face
there's always something about this time of year
that takes me to that place
yes i remember
remember