you change your mind with th seasons - a song for 2/16/02 and the mounths that followed
the spring disovles into summer
the summer mounth push out all of are spring time memorys
the april days i spent with you in my arms
(and your head on my shoulder)
GONE, so wave goodbye and blow it a kiss maybye the wind will take it a 100 miles away
and catch you on the cheak whenyou least expect it
when your lieing in bed pretening your pelow is me
you just went somone or somthing to hold
the burning summer sun it hangs high in the east
above both of are heads
yet your so far away frist in body now in mind
YOU SAID THAT YOU WOULD MISS ME
BUT I THINK YOU MISSED THE POINT
now that summer is caving into fall
i brush the dust and spider webs of my old telaphone
IT RINGS with your mesage that summer is over
and so is the adempt you made to forget me
and now that the winter mouths have caused autum to fall
your face starts to grin
and your heart runs with blood the brightes red
and finaly all is good in the house of flys
but the snow is starting to melt
and i think i see the frist flower of spring
the change in seesons
the change in your mood
i cant quite keep up
the summer mounth push out all of are spring time memorys
the april days i spent with you in my arms
(and your head on my shoulder)
GONE, so wave goodbye and blow it a kiss maybye the wind will take it a 100 miles away
and catch you on the cheak whenyou least expect it
when your lieing in bed pretening your pelow is me
you just went somone or somthing to hold
the burning summer sun it hangs high in the east
above both of are heads
yet your so far away frist in body now in mind
YOU SAID THAT YOU WOULD MISS ME
BUT I THINK YOU MISSED THE POINT
now that summer is caving into fall
i brush the dust and spider webs of my old telaphone
IT RINGS with your mesage that summer is over
and so is the adempt you made to forget me
and now that the winter mouths have caused autum to fall
your face starts to grin
and your heart runs with blood the brightes red
and finaly all is good in the house of flys
but the snow is starting to melt
and i think i see the frist flower of spring
the change in seesons
the change in your mood
i cant quite keep up