Lyrics
Summer's over
You owe me nothing
Let's just sit and watch the dayset
And say goodbye
But could you maybe call me out of the blue
And strike up a conversation
Consisting of more than
Hello
How are you?
I miss you
The end
That might be nice
That might be good
And now it's back to our normal
Calendar lives
It's been seven months and counting
But who's counting
I'm counting
But could you maybe write me a letter
So I can see your handwriting
It reminds me that you were real
And not my imagination tricking me
That might be nice
That might be good
And I know this wasn't a permanent contract
I could never ask you for anything like that
But as I see you go to leave
Promise you'll think of me
I just sit here
Another month laboriously passes
I only wait for the day I will see you again
But could you maybe hurry up the seasons
For me
If they don't pass more quickly
I fear I'll lose you forever
That might be nice
That might be good