Remember our last summer,

within your eyes, the sun

escaped a ray.

Flames burned inside me,

you kissed the lips that begged

for you to stay.

Remember our last summer.

Ice cold feels our summer,

when answers fail the voice

that used to pray.

Would you believe, my love,

my heart - not black, nor white

colored in gray?

Ice cold feels our summer.

Will you comeback next summer?

dark is the dream I dream,

the words I say…

It simply couldn’t be.

So now you are the one

that got away.

Will you comeback next summer?