I Walked Out
Onto Wet And Empty Streets
With No One Around
But The Nightingale's Sweet Sound
And I Thought All About
Summer Days In June
The Way You Looked At Me
When I Looked At You

It's All Gone Now
You're Not Around

I Know You'd Say It's Too Cliche
For Me To Write A Song About Those Summer Days

I Still See You
Looking Up At Me
The Pushing Back Your Hair
As You Fall Asleep

You Were So
Beautiful

I Know You'd Say It's Too Cliche
For Me To Write A Song About Those Summer Days
But I Can Never Love The Way
You Look With The Sun On Your Face

I Still Hear Your Voice Saying I'll Be Home Soon
And I Still Feel You Like The Warmest Day In June

I Know You'd Say It's Too Cliche
For Me To Write A Song About Those Summer Days
But I Can Never Love The Way
You Look With The Sun On Your Face

(Repeat Until Fade)