Time to sit on the bench with you and feel the season No scenery is the same Your boots that remind me of fall Hair length represents blank time Conversation is coming together Sometimes you look back and then you leave again. like a spring breeze and The days you told me without words How to fly But I hate winter play the guitar on the dirty small sofa Song I can't sing if you're by my side Scenery was decoration The best thing happened indoors Butter will slowly melting I wouldn't do this to anyone Reminds me of fall